I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I can barely get anything done. I make it through the work day alright but anything extracurricular is just beyond me. I collapse in bed at nightfall, too exhausted to read a book let alone write one. So how do the boys is Swank manage to create not only a swell record of roots-rock swagger (with a super gospel rave-up to start), but design an accompanying booklet of illustrated lyrics straight out of the pages of a pulp western from the 50s and also have time to add a bonus video? I could let it slide if this were sloppy, but the package is so immaculate I immediately started fetishizing it. Tell me they don’t have children and I won’t feel so bad. (Terence Dick)
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