Picture this. An open-top ride in a Cadillac through the night-time streets of a European capital – White and yellow lights reflecting off the top of the beige bonnet. You’ve got a cream cowboy hat and leopard print snakeskin boots on, and a toothpick in your mouth – moving up and down as you tongue it. It’s cool. Bloody cool.
The record moves with a swagger and speed that slowly struts, hips and arms swaying in time. The album waltzes but never pants, cuts shapes but never flaunts itself in a quiet-but-elusive brilliance that I’ve only rarely come across in music. It’s a bit like watching Mick Jagger do a 10k I imagine, or seeing the late Lou Reed fixing himself some breakfast on a marble kitchen top. Jokes aside though, it’s one of those styles that seems innate not created. A natural and organic feeling that instantly gives the album an original and authentic presence.
We don’t just love this because it has a cowboy on the front – though that is a positive in our minds for sure – it’s just an excellently smooth release. It’s like some kind of hot chocolate for the soul, smooth, rich and goes down a treat.
Haiku Review:
A tip of the hat
To the cool golden cowboy,
He’s pulled it off well,
Listen to The Golden Dregs on Spotify and Apple Music. Find the album, news and merch on their website and Bandcamp.
