Review: Blue Hours
I miss banjos, man. I miss that folky, slap-ya-knee earthy grit that takes you to the heart of Godknowswhere; it’s the sound of my people gathered around a fire, reminiscing over ancient folklore. Much to my despair, it seems as though the once-were folk legends of our generation are pruning off their indie roots and moving to greener pastures. Mumford & Sons, The Tallest Man on Earth, Of…
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