If there's been a drawback with most of Tucker's solo material (ex-Sleater-Kinney, like you need reminding) it's that it's too in hock to US bar band motifs, all choogling and Cadillac drivetime aimed. There's a little of that about this track from Kill My Blues, out in the autumn, but with a heap of art-rock fracture that better suits this level of Tucker yelping.
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