the hanging stars

I guess you won’t be too surprised to hear that we’ve momentarily managed to mislay the press release introducing this next one. Still, who needs accompanying words when the sounds are cut so sublime that they speak for themselves, this is incoming perfection from the Hanging Stars, goes by the name ‘honeywater’ and should be heading out on all digital platforms next month via crimson crow. What can we say, yes, we hear Gram, Buffalo and more appreciably, Gene Clark ghosting through the grooves of this reclining pedal steel opining lovely, all wonderfully drifted in a prairie relocated west coast after glow whose bliss bathed hush softly allures and sighs much like a reflective Wicked Whispers.

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