Boss Tweed
Boss Tweed turns up in one melophobe post, from November 2007.
- 1 fifty-word review of Boss Tweed
Fifty-word review
The album kicks off with the sultry, slow and brooding blues of “12th Street,” taking you to the back corner =table at a smoky lower-level bar in Manhattan, everything bathed in dense red light. Sills prays “I hope you remember that/Because I’ve forgotten about it,” dismissing what can only be unpleasant repressed memories from a not-so-distant past. The pace quickly picks up with the undeniably catchy “Pretty Violent,” where Sills belts out “There’s a storm brewing over your actions/This tempest has taken my name/I’m about to create an inferno from your flame.” This could be the finest song on the album, where Egan’s layered guitar work during the bridge is powerfully underscored by the methodical rhythm section, leading to a strong, soulful Sills finish. The listener is then treated to the minor-key rockabilly farewell bid in “Real Good Sell” and the downright funky baseline in “Then It Hits You.”