Poldoore’s But I Do lands like the cut you keep hearing about before you hear it. One play and it feels essential, the kind of instrumental that slips straight into the day and makes everything else sound a little late.
Poldoore
Poldoore’s But I Do lands like the cut you keep hearing about before you hear it. One play and it feels essential, the kind of instrumental that slips straight into the day and makes everything else sound a little late.
