The thrilling debut album from this intense New York City trio makes their city feel alive once again
The Ultimately Empty Million Pounds
With that inimitable stentorian baritone nibbling [a]Nancy Sinatra[/a]'s ear and the movie world agog at his raffish southern charms, for a period during the mid-'60s Barton [a]Lee Hazlewood[/a] was p
. They don't come much more lost or classic than this.
'Cowboy In Sweden' heralds an extensive Hazlewood reissue series by Steve Shelley's SLR imprint, for which one suspects 'Farmisht, Flatulence...' was a quid pro quo of sorts. The first new Hazlewood recording in two decades, it posits Lee as the sexagenarian crooner of pre-rock era pop standards like 'Try A Little Tenderness' and 'Makin' Whoopee'. Backed by demon sessioneers the Al Casey Combo, the old master is clearly having a ball, so it feels a little churlish pointing out that his voice has lost much of its apocalyptic timbre on this undemanding romp.
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