I can't say I remember too much of driving through Lincoln Nebraska. That large tract of land that separates Chicago from Albuqueque that I'd frequently have to drive through becomes pretty fucking undefined. Of course, there's a certain charm in that almost oppressively vast sky, but the lack of reference points can also make you batty. So how does this contender for the best British post punk/ early shoegaze album come from god damned Lincoln? I've played this so many times to friends and then tell them it's a bunch of cornhuskers and not a single person believes me (okay, they don't have the accents down as good as Alain I suppose). One good thing (and perhaps the only) about everybody carrying around a computer in their phone is that I can prove I am right in a much quicker manner now (though I have to use someone else's phone since mine doesn't actually do that). But wait, back to the question. I am serious. How the hell did this come to be? A ten star masterpiece.
Close Talker – Lens (2017)
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