don't quit five minutes before the miracle

softly rocking my socks off right now...
the latest album from Her Space Holiday, The Young Machines.
never have almost-cliche cheesy love lyrics sounded this good and sincere. for everyone who's burned out on the Postal Service (and that's a lot of you, it seems), try this for less bombastic orchestration but the same sort of pleasant nicety.

hear a few tracks on the hsh website.