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Pablo's Eye
The Light Was Sharp, Our Eyes Were Closed
Enigmatic Brussels collective Pablo’s Eye reappear with a poetic transition between desert blues, ambient vignettes, adult contemporary, and machine driven hustle on a new LP.
A1
Breezes Were Polar Storms
A2
Stories Are What They Are
A3
Red Light Returning
A4
The Adventure
A5
The Mirror
A6
Nadar
A7
The Dog Days Are Long Gone
B1
The Girls From Peoria
B2
The Deep Dark Days Of September
B3
A Horn Heard Through Fog
B4
Locked Away
B5
Leonora Hotel
B6
Mysterious City
B7
Sonar Vestapol
