(And with the holidays in full swing, what better time to do it?)
The union's self-titled first release is permeated with textured and moody reverberation, sepia-steeped solicitude, beautifully conveyed here:
And here, in a schizophrenic stew of Neil Young-like falsetto (whose shrill voice my mother never quite appreciated) and pop science:
I hope those Broken Bells keep ringing for a long time.
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