Oh what, it's just another pretty-as-fuck tune from this Brisbane bro who literally can't not be tender. This track is hopped up on some seriously terrific Beirutesque Balko-folk; it's amazing he hasn't already disappeared into a fancy "provençal" black hole, but instead this is just crooned lines about driving to Carolina and other romantic shit with some beautiful double-tracked vocals & trumpets & Slavic waltz riddims. Some of the songs on this latest EP were written while BigStrongBrute, aka Paul Donoughue, was living in New Jersey, which accounts for nothing: if there's a "classic" influence here, it's them Neutral Milk Hotel jams we all love rather than anything the Garden State's ever turned out.
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