Settle in with this one. With a kinship to Bobby Brown, this is private-press psych folk at its most private, perhaps never intended for anyone but its author. Jack Adkins’ 1984 lp American Sunset breathes a poetic mystery through its singular groove — an electronic tinged bummed out acid folk that feels borne of Lee Hazlewood and prescient of Daughn Gibson. A genuine rarity, Adkins’ prophetic cosmic musings and transfixing fusion of sounds makes a perfect . . .
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