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Like always, I am super, super late to the party. Like a slow motion Afghan Whigs, or a Mogwai that got laid once in a while, this will all sound familiar to you. Dredging the absolute bottom of the murky waters of the '90s they come up covered in beautiful indie sludge and remind us what we loved about discovery, about riding around in cars at night, about having our tiny hearts broken by the weight of expectation, about the frustration of having our whole lives in front of us and the powe...

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