For someone who hates LA I'm sure a sucker for its gauzy idealizations.
Phillips' lone solo album's a gorgeous, tuneful bit of wistfulness, Lou Reed gone west and smeared across time, memories bathed in honkytonk piano, dusty drums and sweet pedal steel. A beautiful, understatedly sad sunset of a record 4.5/5
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