Not surprisingly, it sounds like The Sheila Divine unplugged. Perrino’s voice is featured more, now that it doesn’t have to fight distortion for the spotlight.
It’s as artfully crafted and lovingly tended as a highly-polished emerald ring, and you can feel assured that any money you spend acquiring it was well-spent.
Pretty songs packed to the gills with hushed vocals, lightly-strummed guitars, understated strings, unintrusive synth blips, and light washes from the drumkit.
I never thought Greg Dulli would take his tortured dementia into indielectro, and I never would’ve guessed that it would be as moving as Blackberry Belle.