I’ve fallen for Florida’s luscious little indie pop band The Postmarks. Their newest album, Memoirs at the End of the World, is part Spaghetti Western, part spy intrigue film soundtrack, and all fun. Take a listen for yourself.
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memoirs at the end of the world
I’ve fallen for Florida’s luscious little indie pop band The Postmarks. Their newest album, Memoirs at the End of the World, is part Spaghetti Western, part spy intrigue film soundtrack, and all fun. Take a listen for yourself.