Earlier this week, I saw one of my favorite straight up rock bands from NYC, Sam Champion. I could throw out that I heard specs of "Refugee"-era Petty and stoned bits of Pavement, but I think letting you know that I smiled when I heard the hooky choruses and snarled when their guitar player laid down some ill loosey-goosey guitar licks would be of better service to their performance. These guys really do it for me. I love it when cats with great record collections write great songs.
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