No, wow.
There's something wonderfully hypnotic about this disc right here. I don't know what it is? Maybe it's the late night after hours sex appeal; so open, so not put on, so fresh, that ropes me in. Or maybe it's the bountiful swagger present in every hook and purr of Ms. VV's voice and the harmonies she shares with Hotel. White lines, whiskey soaked jeans, the burnt haze of cigarette smoke, sultry whispered come hithers, stop and go movements, bands on the run; this imagery is all so cool, and could easily be soundtracked by the 12 songs present on this disc. You might slip up and mistake it all for sleaze, but you'd be wrong, cause it ain't. It's just all so damn cool. They should bottle this shit up and patent it.
KEY TRACKS: Cheap and Cheerful/Last Day of Magic/Goodnight Bad Morning
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