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“Brother,” the song which put Annuals on the map a couple months ago starts of unassumingly enough. From the near silence of what sounds like a field at midnight, a gentle guitar builds, along with Adam Baker’s delicate voice, before exploding into a tornado of sound (beat that, Phil Spector) that is the musical equivalent of a Tasmanian Devil entrance. I like it because it makes me pedal faster.