| Second opus from Chicago-based four-piece |
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Mostly recorded in and around singer/lyricist Brian Krumm’s loft, as well as the odd street corner, Damaged Goods is a blast of beefy bar-room rockers, feral punk energy and biting narrative. Krumm’s bottom-of-the-glass tales of fading dreams, doomed relationships and one-night stands are delivered in a rasp that’s a phlegmy Tom Waits one minute, peppery Beefheart and razor-throated Springsteen the next. At times recalling classic Replacements (“Name I Don’t Recall”), Calexico (“Chevy Nova”) and Slobberbone (“Bernadette”), this is tough ‘n’ tender fare. Rob Hughes |
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