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| Drift into my pores pretty drifting music from another time and place. You are soaked in loveless melodies, scarred chords and orchestral manoeuvres. Be thankful that your masters have spent their Boston days in search of a recipe that will leave some of us open mouthed and pensive. Building on the newborn journey, things have turned slightly violet and the soft undertow will pull at internal workings that may have lay dormant since pop stopped being dreamy. Static yet electric, boyish yet grown up, leftfield yet right on. - Mp3 Hugger |