Of all The Growlers’ prolific output to choose from, I’ve gone with this, from their very early days. I’m not sure it’s even Brooks singing, but there is something unpolished and simple and trancey here that gets to the essence of what they are: Weird, poor, self-destructive, and under-appreciated. One way or another, these things never last. Here it is for 3 minutes and 8 seconds, pure.
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