The mere presence of the bountiful Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros band, from the one and only Los Angeles, California, is enough to make you feel insignificant by just a little, or very much as an outcast. First of all, you are not dressed properly. You're not comfortable enough to be in the same company as the dozen-strong band that's exploded
on the worldwide scene in just a few short months behind the strength of one of the most lush and sunny albums that's been released this year. You are not, in fact, wearing a plain white dress that reaches down to you mid-shin and is as damned Biblical-looking as you're going to get. And there's a guess that this is how they dress when they're just popping out of the bus in the middle of Missouri to buy Twix and Mountain Dew, maybe stop for a piss. (continue)
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