The Walker Brothers 1966 – Land Of 1000 Dances
The needle drops, and for a fleeting 150 seconds, the whole myth of The Walker Brothers, the beautiful, brooding piece…
The needle drops, and for a fleeting 150 seconds, the whole myth of The Walker Brothers, the beautiful, brooding piece…
The scene is perpetually 1968, though I first encountered this sound decades later. It was late on a Tuesday night,…
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