Looking at the cover image of On A Passing Cloud, the debut LP from Louisville’s Murals, you get the feeing the band has maybe dabbled in recreational hallucinogens — it’s four guys, eyes half-mast, surrounded by (and covered in) flowers, wide blue sky behind them. Listening to the music only supports that notion: The whole thing sounds like a baked haze, caught somewhere between daydream and nap, listing, drifting.
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