Garden Ruin

I'm not sure how the classify this music.
Like pretty indie Americana or singer songwriter music for aged
hipsters? Whatever it is, it's kind of a drag. It's not like
an Elliot Smith kind of drag,
but not far off. Only instead of death and needles and shit,
he's singing about hippie shit (as far as I can discern). I
gotta say the lilting voice, gently plucked acoustic and overly
sincere songs don't do it for me. I don't recall where I picked
this one up, but I certainly wouldn't cry myself to sleep every
night if it had stayed put. |
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