The Airing of Grievances was one of the few capital "R" rock albums that really grabbed me last year. In a year that was primarily dominated by dancey electronica and hushed, pastoral folk, it was nice to find an album that could find a way to marry low fi production with shredded vocal and bashed drums energy levels and still be interesting.
And this was probably the song that sold me on them, with it's Westerburg-esque vocals, paint by numbers guitar solo and intense Catholic imagery to describe something fairly mundane (in this case a broken arm) this song had me at "Hello"
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