There is an article published in The Post titled “Yellowstone” that just made me feel all warm inside as if it is a nature lover’s ode. As a music lover person who feels the most comfortable while with good music, this folk-rock is my kind of music. The twang of the guitars and sounds of harmonicas rise, giving me this vast image of wide open spaces of America, and I am walking in the wilderness, stepping on the trail with my boots. It’s almost as if there is a friend telling a storey directly to the fire in the room, and this feel brings the album to a very close, genuine setting. The lyrics? It is saturated with vivid imagery of such scenes that invariably compel one to think of picking up a backpack and hitting the road. These consist of the synthesiser, the accordion, the mandolin and of all things fiddle! That fiddle solo in the bridge just soars, lifting my heart right up with the song’s free spirit. “Yellowstone” is the kind of folk-rock magic that I would like to be a part of and is a postcard that I will rewatch. You’ve got to hear it
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