USA, 1998, americana / alt-country
Immediately the music sounds like something out of a Tarantino film. Hooked instantly, which may or may not be because of my love of all things Tarantino. The trembling gypsy violins are hypnotic. It’s impossible for me to separate this music from vivid scenes of open, dusty roads, glaring, brutal sun, and lonely gas stations serving food that’s far too spicy for me. And then I stumble across an abandoned mission church where echoes of this music remain unheard. Because of its sideshow quirkiness, there are moments where I hear Tom Waits, in its most gothic, cabaret flourishes. Quite possibly the most cinematic non-cinematic album ever made.