Sometimes you just want to put on your giant cushy headphones,
switch to the saddest Bon Iver track you can find, and cry your
eyes out. We all do it (maybe). Other times, when you actually need
to perk up, you need that good old four-piece funk fix. Look no
further. Amidst the high-powered indie-pop that's been released
recently, with its proclivity for tangled sentimentality and
drawn-out catharsis, Dublin's Hoarsebox
reaffirms that popular music is, and should be, entertaining as
hell.
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