Oh contrary country. Oh the way we twist and shout. We fold up inward, contract and contort, explode out. Oh nostalgia’s a bitch. Thank god for short-term memories. I am disposable but I run around shouting “I am the greatest.” I am the greatest. It’s a love train. It’s a G thang. Well it’s ok. But oh lord, we’re sinking. Well it’s ok, it’s ok. Oh faded from the elements, all that inclement weather. Oh ancient honkytonk medicines, red-haired strangers, my favorite Rhodes Scholar is Kris Kristofferson. And oh cracked like old leather, ultimate breaks and beats, ultimately broken, beat down, recycled, rinse and repeat. Oh three decades later I figure out that there’s nothing to figure out, old man. Suddenly you’re old school, you’ve been around the block. Save your politrickin’, I’m voting Gelb/Callahan.
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Sludge, Shoegaze, Atmospheric, Heavy Metal, Alt-metal, you name it. This album has it all, and it is perfect. It came out during a rough time period of my life and others lives too. It's been the soundtrack for all of my pain. Thank you Hum tawper
Pretty avant-pop with simple instrumentation and gentle bite from New York's Garcon No.1 cleverly subverts the torch song. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2020