This was such a transcendent performance. It’s twenty-four hours after the fact, and my ears are still happily ringing in sync with the assemblage of so much harmonizing cacophony. As the band glides smoothly from one powerfully flawless rock jive to another, James Johnson dances like I do every time I listen to the album in my room before my mother intrudes- slow nods, underwater tai-chi, and hypnotizing orchestration-style hand movements that magically call for that next progression. Welcome to Wilderness. Eu-fucking-phoric.

The Wilderness - Emergency

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