Together Robyn and Chris combine a sunset voice and a heart wood guitar to make a river of sound that winds its way past the hustle and flows back into the good old country of this land. Softer’n a rabbit sheltrin in a holler, sweet harmonies and rich tremolo electric guitar, aged. Old. Just the right amount of haunting. The Yearlings songs rock, sad and slow . . . like a chair on an old wooden porch.

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