When Nick Principe opens his mouth to sing, a slow fog spills out and covers the land with mist. It’s morning, you’re watching it swirl between the pines, filling your lungs.
This sounds like one of those things that you hear in public for the first time and remind yourself throughout the day to listen to at home so you can pick apart the words and soak em in. You try and turn up the sound but to no avail; the words are still fuzzy and you just gotta go home and give it a better listen. Because it sounds like it’ll be worth it.
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