Creatures
This is a great album – Cauthen singing in the boom of a Waylon
[it is inescapable to namecheck], songs written with a soulful finesse that
incorporate the most surprising instrumental accompaniments: bubbles bubbling
electronically in Freak – that is
until the sax assaults with its conventional sass – or the other electronics I
can’t identify [reminds of a latter Isley Brothers sound] in Can’t Be Alone, a beautiful and powerful
defiance against isolation. You want some Joe South swamp-funk? Then check out Cocaine Country Dancing stomping through
early hour time-checks of lyrical uncertainties of want, apart from the dancing with you. There is a lot of
early morning want and yearning and reflection when cocaine meet[s] tequila,
experiences of coming-to-terms after the partying has ceased, this often in
Room 41 of the Dallas Belmont Hotel, that moveable feast of accommodation which
doesn’t provide the creature comforts of a proper home, just the creatures.
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