There is something oddly familiar about this song, so much so you may feel as if you’ve heard it before even after being exposed to only 30 seconds of it. This is because it’s what you might call “classically constructed” with a marked, definitive hook, and a real lyrical clarity…so yeah, it may well feel like you’ve been here before. Even the vocal possesses a “don’t I know you?” quality with it’s evocation of a world weary Laura Nyro, a ridiculously dark Carole King, and a keening Fiona Apple. It all adds up to something mighty fine, fully formed and out of time, that’s as sadly beautiful as can be. And that crying guitar solo is also pretty exquisite.
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