A competent but uninspiring slice of Melbourne mood music; post-Nick Cave pub rock blues with a rhythm lifted straight off of a Rolling Stones record and a gravelly, grim, faux masculine vocal of the too-many-cigarettes-and-too-much-whiskey variety. Feels both forced and flat.
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