Because what else, at the end of a life-hangover of a notebook full of misplaced anger at a bygone mod punk era one can’t quite get back to, than a tinny take on a circus Tom Waits-ish soul attack? Picture a character on a sidewalk wasting hours way and let the melody sedate your anger; [LISTEN].
Riff by Gavin Paul
Gavin Paul is SONGLYRICS' resident Content Guru. Chicago-bred, New York-sculpted, his words and ideas have appeared in publications ranging from Spin and Rolling Stone to The Chicago Sun-Times and Arborist News.