A beat that’s more of a stomp, a four-note rave-up for the root jam, lay some wet cotton candy electric fuzz on top of that, and holler about a girl — you’ve heard it before. But what the fuck? We’ve heard you whine about a lot of things. In Detour’s book, there will never be anything wrong with a band that’s in love with its influences as...
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