Thwarting all the attempts of curing my rock n’ roll psychosis, I am lured to the most visited alleyway in Salt Lake City. It’s Monday night—I need music to feed my soul. Any attempt via the universe implementing Murphy’s Law is swiftly overcome. Making my way down Edison Street toward Diabolical / Albatross Records, my ears tuned into the current being channeled by Seven Feathers Rainwater. My ears immediately caught on to the eerie vocals as I managed to squeeze into the record shop. Taking it all in, I observed that Seven Feathers Rainwater’s setup looks remarkably complicated. I arrive just in time for their finale, to which I noticed they were met with the mass approval of the audience, as they were given a warm sendoff. I confess, though, that it was not quite up my alley, despite an enticing of combination of synth and a prominent backbeat…

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