
The Felice Brothers return with a trailer load of drum machines, synths, brass and eerie production. Is this a response to the countless Dylan/The Band imitator incriminations endured by the New Yorkers over the last few records? Bowlegs holds its hands up, we were among them. Response or progression, it matters not, because this record, at times, is a band starting anew. Recorded in a disused gymnasium the production has an echoed vibe, creating a moody, slightly muffled atmosphere. The songs switch between a twisted Americana – that has been opened up and installed with an electronic engine [...]