Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Maps won't show us where we're going

Tell it, indie kids! Tell it all day long, with your shower-trained voices and your power-pop gallop. There are some days when you're perfectly content with catchy, cryptically literate tunes from the New Pornographers extended family of pop groups. Today is one such day.

Immaculate Machine - Dear Confessor

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