Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Bucky Fereke “Give All of My Apostrophes Angels”

(happy enchiladas) Americana music is usually kind of pretty, precious, and perfect, even when its sad, but America is pretty much always weirdly fucked up, so to do  a contemplative, fresh take on Country, making American roots music contemporary, you really should have note played, sung, or composed be somehow off, odd, and wrong. And if you buy all that crap I just tried to sell, then you have to agree that BF is the new King of Americana!

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