Without warning the following track came fuzzing out of my radio last month; a sound more akin to something being pushed out of a beat up transistor radio circa 1964 than anything beamed down from a 21st century satellite. Like space junk orbiting our atmosphere, some sounds get caught out there in the ether. Biding their time these rogue transmissions wait for an opportunity to be heard---whether through some poor unsuspecting bastard's dental work or your car's stereo.
"Hit After Hit" is part of Forest Family Records
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