Some nights I long for that dank club with the lights turned low. You know the one. No neon. No flat screens. No elbow room. Just neighbors. Just a spot. What music would there be? Well right now I’d love for it to be Lissy Trullie. This New Yorker is generating a bit of buzz, but playing it cool. Part Chrissie Hynde part Velvet Underground part fantastic. Trullie unleashes the kind of rock that’s not hard to fall in love with. Add a smokinâ...
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Some nights I long for that dank club with the lights turned low. You know the one. No neon. No flat screens. No elbow room. Just neighbors. Ju... more info