Largely the work of one man, macabre lyricist Jay Taylor, the band’s at-times minimal take on country, blues and jazz is on this occasion expanded into a cinematic mix of strings and brass as Taylor’s vocal, which makes Tom Waits sound like an advert for Lockets, growls its way through a tale of misery and death. But nicely done.
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