When a band comes rumbling out of nowhere with a sound that artfully evokes the past, it's typical to wait for the eventual downfall the second time around. Conventional wisdom goes that you have a whole lifetime to write your first album and maybe a year for the second. The Love Language's Libraries, however, is the antithesis of the sophomore slump. A radiant, glowing expansion of the sound of their self-titled debut . . .
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