Warren's obsession with death and broken lives comes full circle in this track off of his last album. In this rare glimpse into WZ's completely serious side, you can really hear his own death. His voice is cracked and sloppy, he is straining to hit every note, and one gets the sense he has lived through everything he sings about. this has that down home blues feel of "My Shit's Fucked Up", only this time it is deathly serious instead of sardonic and wistful (not the traditional kind of wistful, WZ wistful).
Warren's obsession with death and broken lives comes full circle in this track off of his last album. In this rare glimpse into WZ's completely serious side, you can really hear his own death. His voice is cracked and sloppy, he is straining to hit every note, and one gets the sense he has lived through everything he sings about. this has that down home blues feel of "My Shit's Fucked Up", only this time it is deathly serious instead of sardonic and wistful (not the traditional kind of wistful, WZ wistful).