The subtle world influences crosses some borders, but the universal nature of the lyrics transcends all. It explores truth, lies and deception in ways that demand accountability. No matter how hard you try you can’t run from who you really are, and in the end it’ll either be your salvation or demise.
Like a boss Cohen’s not afraid to ask himself the tough questions. It’s a battle that can tell you a lot about yourself and in this case inspire a man to examine his own ability to love. His grizzled voice and the pain that radiates suggest that it’s taken its toll. At the very least though he tried.
Thin slices of contradiction followed by unnerving pangs of guilt. The percussion follows dutifully as he strolls along. Once again the muses keep him and his misery company with shouts of testimony. Not quite the blues, no, but enough wretched heartache to bring it damn-near close.
Moving against the grain, and never in a hurry. The leaky, Booker T. style organ cradles him nicely giving him the backing he needs to explain exactly how all of this is about to go down. Add a sprig of gospel soul, some liquid riffing and a fresh shot of brass and enjoy it like smooth bourbon.
Garage take on the male-female duet thing goes into “acidic” self-abuse here, as they suffer through GERD and hope to alleviate the heartburn with “love,” “God,” “drugs,” and titular typos. The disease-y venting session feels honest, but not too exciting unless you can’t get enough garage rock; [LISTEN].
“Go” is more original, “colder,” and gut-wrenching than the album’s previous single. This bombastically big cut, centered on yearning, anonymity, and a general sense of melancholy, does indeed “give better than it takes;” [LISTEN].
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