Music is a time machine no doubt. Some music shows us a tantalizing glimpse of the future but perhaps its most powerful connection is when it hotwires us directly back into the music of our formative years. I’m not talking about anything as tacky as treacherous tribute bands or clunky cover outfits trading on the past glories that they themselves never earn. I’m talking about bands that we immediately identify as being built of the same stuff as the heroes of our younger days….
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