Excerpt: “it occurs to me this excellent instrumental, a taster of the forthcoming album, is like nothing so much as the exceptional band Morphine. Different too, of course. More jazz, baby. No vocals. But the smoky smack basement is evident in the almost elegiac horns atop the marshal beat, everyone in shades mourning and celebrating in the same moment. A glorious entrance to a wider world of HC-B.”

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