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Waaaay back in April I told you about a Michigan-based band called Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr. and I had a dream. My dream was selfish, but heartfelt: That Jr. Jr., whose demos had been on constant repeat on my iPod since I got my grabby grabby little hands on them,

I only know a few things about Michigan, and I have to say, I’m not too impressed.  I know there are some lakes around it, the weather is shitty, guys from Detroit are assholes, cars are made there, and part of it’s shaped like a mitten. Something I can’t dispute,