I get tired of hearing people around here bitch about how cold it is. No shit it's cold, it's fucking winter in Chicago. Move away if you don't like it. If, however, you're like me and enjoy the winds that chill the marrow, this album will warm your inner core. I guess the guy (Mammal is one dude) calls this a blues record. I'll buy that. But this isn't some Eric Clapton white man wankery. Songs more from hazy atmospherics, through more acousticy things, and onward to straight up static hum. Figures this was a product of Detroit.
Frak / Lane Escape 
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