The best music is that which isn’t easily summed up. Not in the small generic soundbites that seem to satisfy today’s music consumer, anyway. So when I describe Elk City as an amalgam of the 70’s New York punk scene that spawned the ragged art-rock of Patti Smith, The Velvets before that, and then later the pop-rock sophistication of Blondie…
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