Train like a blast of iron etc.
Coyote Clean Up have been playing / played (never sure) quite a lot recently. A more feminine Sun Araw? More gleeful - recent connotations of that word aside. The feel of desert dancing as opposed to desert-blasted wandering...
While Sun Araw reminds me vaguely of a perhaps archetypal, perhaps apocryphal scene in a Western where someone's sun-skinned face lurches up at the
Saloon after months with only rock and peyote for company, Coyote Clean Up are the soundtrack of a Southern American teen horror movie before things turn nasty...
The kind that Melissa George might be in. Though she'll always be Angel to me.
From The Wytch Machine...
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