A bit post-punk, somewhat dark wave, and nominally garage rock. Sometimes, you don’t want to tell a story. Old, faded memories, limned with nostalgic glow and that sense of familiarity we all take for granted nowadays. There are four. We know them, now, by name. As we know those other few, the Ringos and the Jimis and the Kurts and the J. Rottens, we know Amy and Casey and Jason and Jesse, but how do we divulge the story without either impinging upon privacy (for they are private) or intruding on legend (for they have legacy)? I suppose the primer we all know will suffice: Casey, fr…
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