Los Angeles, lo-fi cosmic country, newcomer Aaron Beckum has the pyramids on his mind. It’s here, in a metaphysical Egypt, the crooner drowns a platitude of sorrows in terra-cotta whiskey amongst the monument's 2.3 million stone blocks…all the while counseled and kept company by Sphinx. Naturally . . .
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