There’s something almost feral in Dear Wanderlust. It isn’t pretty; it’s weathered. It’s the sound of restless feet dragging through city streets at dawn, scraping against concrete and carrying old bones. Hoist the Colors have always flirted with contradiction, punk’s urgency, folk’s roots, Celtic strings in smogged alleys, but this record tilts that collision toward something deeper, darker, more alive. From the first crack of string and snare, you’re aware that Dear Wanderl

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Lenny Lashley has never been one to follow the crowd. From his days fronting Boston punk staple Darkbuster to his deeply personal solo...