Upon being introduced to New Weird America near the end of high school, I perceived the movement as something magical, impermeable and unfaltering. Today, paging for the first time through Lauren Dukoff's chronicle of several years spent enmeshed in the American psych-folk scene, I felt myself transported back to an era when these musicians were something of an invisible family to me, wishing I could be walking down a dusty country road wearing a green velvet jacket and an abundance of scarves.



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