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Jeffrey Lewis has beatnik parents, grew up in New York without even basic cable, and learned to read from comic books. This might explain why now, at 27, he writes lo-fi, stream-of-consciousness musical ramblings. Some are about real life ("Dont Let the Record Label Take You Out to Lunch"), others not so much (as in the werewolf tale "Graveyard").
Its the Ones Whove Cracked... has some moments of sounding like the Violent Femmes, and others of sounding like Dan Bern. Songs like the gentle and pretty "Sea Song" are thrown up against tracks like "Arrow," a haunting acoustic drone about radio static and the tooth fairy that explodes into fuzzy garage rock. "Shoot The Head = Kill The Ghoul" could be interpreted as both a musical version of Night Of The Living Dead and a commentary on modern America. Weird stuff... but strangely compelling.
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