I am the passenger. And I write and I write, Today Racing Mount Pleasant. By Racing Mount Pleasant. A couple walking down a desolate beach, An album of fits, starts and emotional tremors. A nice thing to settle into as the sun rises and I cup my lips arounnd my first tea of the day, Tuesday. We're off!
This is ambitious and has sweep. Why don't you tell your friends about them. No need to mention It Starts With a Birthstone. Pretend you discovered them yourself. They're an Ann Arbor septet. Hey, The Stooges were from Ann Arbor. But there were only four of them though it sounded like a lot more.
Racing Mount Peasant are not proto punk. There's is a gentler neo folk tip. Horns not feedback and inchoate rage and frustration. . As if they're just out of college and heading out on the highway. I can get onboard this. This is some kind of wonderful. They've got it. Like watching The Holdovers or The Last Derail. One more time.
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