It's basic, that chugga-chunk of accoustics and backbeats, those man//lady harmonies soaring overtop, laying out those windblown wafts of grain and sun and pain. It creaks like machinery, like the sweating back of a man pushing and pulling and plowing, all that dust, all that effort, all that inevitable everything.
The mix that brings David Lamb's voice right up into your head does it all service, you're there for every spark and crack, simmering with stakes 4/5
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