Just under 30 minutes of nostalgic celestial gorgeousness from Ottawa. Soulful, nutrient-dense vocals like these threaten to raise the stakes for the genre. The name Fevers is dead-on, and singer Sarah Bradley has brought a manifesto along. Great stuff. One question, though. Is it just us, or is “Sort It Out” almost heartbreaking?
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