Sleepy eyes lock onto phone screens in the early morning preceded by a night of loud music and not enough alcohol. Google, as usual, is right there in my face and today, it tells me about a new Phoenix album.

Only problem is it's actually an album from 1972 and last night wasn't crazy enough for me to simply shrug my shoulders and accept this mishap. So here I am, telling you about Google's fuck up. You're welcome.
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