
Dark Horses are cultish rock noir at its lowest-fi. Actually, their production is pretty solid, and the druggy brit-trash vibe only seems partially contrived.
I imagine listening to “Traps” at a Portland bar in the early 90s, on my dad’s shoulders with his leather jacket draped over the both of us. A distinct lack of color and moist concrete.
So many ponytails.







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