USA, 1985, singer-songwriter / experimental rock

Take every undesirable yet attractive thing you read in a dime-store pulp novel and throw it into a pot stirred by an unshaven vagabond, and you get this bourbon-soaked album. Mad hatters and beat poets doing the polka on this postcard mailed from desolation row.
Postcards from Desolation Row are to be treasured, just like this album.
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