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A delicate and introspective set of self-recorded songs from an Alabama native that sound like they unspooled as Caroline Sallee sat by a Greyhound window, watching miles of Western US highways roll by. Because that's what it is.
Glaspy’s voice is a broad crooked smile, unique in its shape and well-suited for this particular set of laconic jangle.
Tight set of songs from Australian native Cloher, a key figure in the Melbourne DIY scene that yielded Courtney Barnett. Brimming with character and fearlessness, this has the feeling of a brilliant debut to a stellar career.
A return, and the word to use is "unabated." Their pummeling approach may seem to lack nuance, but it's not about how the punches are landing, it's about the pauses in between that make this measured approach to aggression particularly satisfying.
The guitar and bass strings are vibrating cosmically, the drums eat up the miles, an ethereal chorus swirls about. It's not a new formula, but it's done very well, and if you need to drive for sixty miles without noticing the time go by, here you go.
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