
High-octane bar rock centered on horse racing, psychic visions, and desperate love. A piano-driven anthem for the rowdy, the literate, and the lucky.
November 13, 2006 · Vagrant Records
This single captures the peak of mid-2000s literate bar rock, blending the grit of a Minneapolis basement with the anthemic aspirations of 1970s arena rock. It sounds like a celebration of the desperate, where every piano flourish from Franz Nicolay adds a layer of theatricality to Craig Finn’s gravelly, conversational delivery. The track feels like a high-speed chase through a night of questionable choices, anchored by a rhythm section that never lets the momentum falter. It is music for people who find poetry in the bottom of a plastic cup.
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