Cass McCombs is walking down an alleyway and he finds a dead girl naked inside an icebox. He walks on, through black clouds of exhaust, past a dry cleaners and…

Beyond the fact that it contains 19 songs (plus three interludes featuring an inane but quite sweet chat with a small boy), there’s nothing stylistically ‘double album’ about this double…

Cass’ second-of-two 2011 albums ‘Humor Risk’ was at its best when he was just kicking back and writing dumb sarcastic pop songs with about three words in them, of which…

‘[b]Humor Risk[/b]’ is [a]Cass McCombs[/a]’ second release in six months but, though a little bit of quality control could have been employed (namely chopping at least a minute out of…

[b]‘The Lonely Doll’[/b] is the second track on [a]Cass McCombs[/a]’ sixth album of miserable American folk, and a song that acts as a key to both the album and his…

“Not another country-folk American hipster,” you may cry, but this fella is something altogether different from your Oldhams and Ivers. You’re led into ‘Catacombs’ by the primitive lure of guitar,…