![]() !jQVmHQYb!r1fRlWaydko44cl1I-EqsLyYI8eR1t8xSxp68RA9Ioo !3ZsiSQgR!3lae8cXtHmPJclSXOY6VnBYbynWEAIMttbXZYoGPNpw !WBdElaSK!C4oQ424N3PuehLM6NoRcFldiOsAAr2091_NIFR1kqRs !mBtwkKjR!GWtooTblLTK31GZFlxIHLBi51vQ0LldL64OdnsnJct8 !XM1yhZSb!RX42vCxWQq5BRY9VIfRrElKslCtonK9kcop_VD8OYDg ![]() !2RtmGIxC!AcjzKEclfH5TvHDrw0Mzzm1k-EIPpJxsac7DSp7zMwk !jAFDFJLA!VKK-pWTVJJKn4FiPDVVpezPjBmkmExckmKD3SXPqf5c This track is full of these, transferred onto new and found brittle cassette reels, with more bluesy childhood feelings, haunted vocals, lush keyboard whistles, and slowly melting soul samples - think a peaced-out Ariel Pink with the celestial moments of James Ferraro. “Taterbug aka Charles Free is a memoryscaper or maybe he collected these sounds from the dusty webs of old dreamcatchers full of lucid sensations and weird formative moments. Little bells, dustbowl ballad guitars, stand by me youth cult dreams, and Manson family mind fucks, its all here, even hope for a better tomorrow and a positive spirit for today which can say alot in these droned out wasted times. Teenage road warrior, dead head punk, perma triped wanderer, Taterbug lays down his tape collaged world of free flowing Americana psych bliss. “Couldn’t be more excited about this one, first offering from the smoked out styles of Iowa City’s very own Savage Young Taterbug. 51KB, 368x283px The Savage Young Taterbug
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