If you have six minutes of your time going spare then you could do worse that spend it in the company of Chicago’s Crown Larks. “Blood Mirage” rambles with merciless magnificence, a flagrant disregard for fashion and insolent untidiness on a journey down Manzarek drive towards the inevitable car crash ending. My head hurts like Beefheart and its not even sunrise.
www.crownlarks.com
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Reviewer: Bluesbunny