Walking like a man, hitting like a hammer, she’s a juvenile scam. Never was a quitter, tasty like a raindrop, she’s got the look.
Said woman take it slow, and it’ll work itself out fine. All we need is just a little patience.
Warning is come upon your heels – feel your dreams slip away.
My posse come quick, because my posse got velocity.
Well, it’s all right – we’re going to the end of the line.
Straight up, this album is catchy on a cellular level.
An album with a specific, intimate, and special energy to it.
The genius behind The Beach Boys finds his powers fully intact on his first solo album.
Don’t suffer the fools who refuse to get enough-er of this construct of musical performances.
It might not be for ma nor pa, but this Fishbone dish is sizzling.
Nothing’s shocking, indeed, yet consistently surprising.
Meshes traditional Irish sounds with a propulsive punk sensibility. In short, a bottle of smoke.
Whether this is country or rock or blues or whatever, it’ll make you say, “Hell yeah.”
Celtic and new age-y, at turns gentle and pleasant or moving and beautiful.