Worth reading this review, part of which is reproduced here
This record will stick with me for a very long time. It’s the kind of music I’d like to play to my kids when the oil has run out. It’s the kind of music you’d want to hear at a wedding. It’s the kind of music that could help you grieve. It’s the kind of music you can sink a bottle of rum to before going out to do stupid things with a spray-can (regrettable, immature things). I have a lot more of those sound bytes primed and ready, involving cooking, sex, fights with the police, shooting rats and doing tax returns, but you’ve likely had enough.
Jack Rose & The Black Twig Pickers
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