It's clear from the parade of drunks, drifters and crooks that inhabit Vlautin's world that the spirits of Bukowski, Carver and Steinbeck flow through this album like cheap whisky. The album crackles with dust-blown trumpets and stark majestic arrangements. For all those still travelling Springsteen's Thunder Road, Richmond Fontaine are the new drivers.
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Some of the most emotionally sincere music around - aches beautifully with failure...
The Observer