Recently Detroit has wronged me. Some of the city's more nefarious characters roughed up my deplorable automobile. As you might be able to surmise, I was a bit taken aback and dispirited from the circumstance. Seeking solace in music, I have developed a minor obsession with Peaking Light's spectacular album, Imaginary Falcons. I'm not sure about you, but I really find something eerie, depressing, or mournful to be excellent at fortifying my mood when in a wretched state. While Imaginary Falcons is not depressing, it was abundance of eerie sounds and otherworldly effects. After realizing I had heard it a several times in one day, I found myself wondering why I hadn't gotten into it sooner; vexing my stupidity and lackadaisical ways. Should've remained closer to home with "Wedding Song" creating a park in my mind than trying to visit the new greenway in the city. Anyhow, Peaking Lights is sensational, as it might be expected with members of Numbers at the helm. So if you're hankering for psychedelic, lo-fi noise-pop this cannot be missed, that is unless you're even dumber than me.
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