If one holds her first genuine album released in the States, to the same standards as the self-titled best-of compilation, one will be a bit disappointed.
Johnny Dowd’s this furniture mover who lives in upstate New York and plays a little guitar and possesses a really vivid sense of tragedy, loss, and redemption.
Mr. Osterberg is, sad to report, sorta just another old rock star who should put a shirt on and maybe finally rest on the ruins of his fucking laurels.