This far away from home, anything can mean West Virginia.
9.02.2008
Sondre Lerche
May or may not be growing on me. He's a sneaky, mellow bastard with his little '70s horns and breathy pump-organ that sound like a hipper, peppier and less-angsty-tortured Sufjan Stevens. It just takes me a while to warm up to "hip" and "pep".
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