The way it strikes up feels inviting as can be, the fact that Boston’s Hallelujah The Hills have it in their power to mash rock and trad in one could only do one thing and that is remind me of British Sea Power. At least until the vocals pick up when a genuine country dimension emerged. The brass dragged me wholly back into proceedings and the general mood was such that ‘Fake Flowers at Sunset’ felt like renewal. And yet despite all that goodness there was more, peaking as the pair of vocals gave us even more reason to give praise for discovering five minutes of proper devotion. Beautiful. KH
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