I've been listening all day. And I've decided that not only is Lucinda Williams drunker than a Russian physicist after completing a nice round with the cyclotron, but she totally ruins the song.
The otherwise decent "There's a Story in Your Voice" is completely mashed when this warbling, psychotic voice tears the melody to pieces and interprets it in the same way your drunken aunt interprets "Tiny Bubbles" at your parents cocktail party.
God love Lucinda, but get the girl some treatment. And if she doesn't drink (she sure seemed drunk when I saw her last year) then someone needs to get her some therapy.
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