french? swedish? who cares.
there’s a grizzled crazy-throat on lead guitar, with the power to turn flamenco into driving country music. in contrast, the drummer has that poster-boy appeal and there’s a doctor on the bongos who ever so judiciously injects wafts of horn in and out of a few numbers.
my ignorance means little in the long-run as Herman DÃ¼ne know who they are and what they’re up to. the lead singer’s high Southern twang is akin to that of Willie Nelson, so i’m told by the Learned One. the sharp, biting, self-deprecating lyrical content sit them neatly in some post-Radiohead hillbilly hinterland. somewhere i can happily hang out.
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