Erstwhile punky troglodyte remade as a desperately soulful voice of new-old America. You might call it alt.bluegrass. It has banjos, fiddles and pedal-steels on it.
Lucas's voice is a reedy oboe of a thing, sometimes a bit flutey. The songs are inward, wordy and self-revealing, but not in a sentimental way: they burrow and burrow and leave little heaps in their tracks. You might find yourself one of the heaps, especially if you sense that Austin's consideration of death is not a rhetorical position. You should try to hear it.Reuse content