Out in mid-January, the great Fred Thomas' new seven-inch “Cops Don't Care” showcases the ol' sensitive songwriter buried inside a more recent track record of releases generally more interested in texture and pushing sonic boundaries than guitar chords.
It's a very welcome turn, and it's truly haunting, in that these vocal harmonies will peer over your shoulder as you do dishes in the dark and hover just over your face as you drift to sleep at night, whether you leave the turn table spinning or not.
City Center, “Heat Isn't the Word”
The vinyl scratchiness come via Raven Sings the Blues.
Available here for order and purchase.
