Album Review: Lucille Furs, S/T

There’s a strange familiarity to the sounds coming from the debut self-titled album by Chicago’s Lucille Furs.  I know I’ve heard the sinister harpsichord sound; the swirling organs, the ethereal harmonies – if you mashed together a good portion of The Nazz, The Left Banke, The New Colony Six, The Piper At The Gates Of […]

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