Velvet shadows swirl across the sonic canvas as Kyle McKearney’s “Skeletons” exhales its first minor chord, conjuring the austere luxury of a Rothko drenched in prairie dusk. The alt‑country…
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Velvet shadows swirl across the sonic canvas as Kyle McKearney’s “Skeletons” exhales its first minor chord, conjuring the austere luxury of a Rothko drenched in prairie dusk. The alt‑country…
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