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There’s a sob trapped in the middle of Carol Noonan’s voice like a bee stuck in amber, and it shines amid the precise Beatles-pop-meets-math-folk of her bandmates in a strangely bright shade of gloom.—Pamela Murray Winters
There’s a sob trapped in the middle of Carol Noonan’s voice like a bee stuck in amber, and it shines amid the precise Beatles-pop-meets-math-folk of her bandmates in a strangely bright shade of gloom.—Pamela Murray Winters