My older brother said not to give up on it. Sideways on a park bench, morning light. Sing like an angel, cry like an infant. Feel elated when you call me. Riding out the bad vibes, tripping on my front porch. Blood spilled in the bookstore, springtime. We glow golden holding candles. The King's gravesite in mid-August.
A heartbreaking album that shows tremendous courage and inspires listeners to tell those who are fucking with us to fuck off forever - - amazing sound worlds, direct and powerful songs Ben Seretan
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Absolutely beautiful! The flippant wistfulness of Neutral Milk Hotel meets the spare immediacy of Spoon . . . But it's its own thing. Just listen to it. Matt Leber