I've got no patience for dude'n'guitar tales of this'n'that, but for Billy I'll make an exception. That rich voice, that bristling electric, that shock of crisp cavern reverb - apocalypse songs of better days, belted from the dried-up sewer shelter.
So biting, so stripped down and unpresumptuous that it wins me over 4/5
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