Notes: From
out of the scrub brush on the edge of the desert comes a trio who
were making their brand of music well before alt-country and Americana
were the new thing to come down the 'pike. Don't get me wrong,
I love the alt-America stuff, but there is something right and
real about the Puppets and the songs they sing. This record is
a bit more mellow than I remembered the first time around, but
that in no way reduces the amount of pleasure to be gotten from
a few repeated listenings. The cover art appears to be painted
in thick layers in a slightly southwestern palette. Hey, any cover
with a bottle of Tobasco on it is welcome at my table, any meal
of the day.
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