Sex sells, so here's a pic of my new psychedelic undies. Stuff them in your mouth, Dear Reader, and they will take you on a long, strange trip.
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Fleet Foxes. Fleet Foxes. 2008. Folky guitars and complex vocal harmonies.
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Surrender to the Void, baby.
Whoa man.