Consider your cosmic country rock needs met for the summer. Trummors' Headlands is a gorgeous sonic road trip through the beauty, sadness and mystery of the American west (or what's left of it), packed with sunburnt pedal steel, close harmonies and sneakily sophisticated songwriting. Think New Riders of the Purple Sage, American Beauty-era Dead, Neil's . . .
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