
Brown Horse Get Loud and Bleak As They Drive On
Brown Horse have released their loudest and bleakest LP, where muscular guitars, walloping drums, and thumping pedal steels converge and erupt like a volcano.

Brown Horse have released their loudest and bleakest LP, where muscular guitars, walloping drums, and thumping pedal steels converge and erupt like a volcano.

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