Like Lou Barlow riding on a particularly moody wavelength with only an acoustic guitar and whispering drums. Simultaneously depressing and celebratory.
These Seattlites froth and curse like white trash, whiskey drinkin’, drug usin’, hard livin’, hard fuckin’, hot rod racin’, law hatin’, fight startin’ cretins.
All glitter & glam aside, The Big Burn is an excellent piece of minstrelsy. At first, it comes off Indie typical, but manages to turn around slowly and subtly.