A strong contender for guitar album of the year.
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Robbie Basho was always the starry-eyed brother in the midst of American Primitivism.
Maybe it’s time to let this era of refried emo peacefully pass away.
Self-love, in this day and age, is radical after all.
Ruins sounds like a failed copy of previously delightful pastiche.
Dr. Smith is the jazz warlock we all desire to be at 75.
All hail the king of anxiety.
It’s impressive to see The Dear Hunter put this much heart and soul into the…
Thile knows our time is precious and finite.
This is some delightful cheese.