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Buzzing guitars and Merritt's rich baritone.
Wonderfully naive synths that peek through toy-like arrangements.
Round, resonant indie-pop playing marbles on ephemeral melodic tracks.
Open pore dreams, light air that fills the eyes.
The noise of My Bloody Valentine that still doesn't know what it'll be when it grows up.
Feeling on vacation is like being a child again.
An ice-cold beer on the little terrace, the clouds chasing each other, and "Holiday" in the headphones: sometimes it really takes very little.
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