Cowboy JunkiesWhites Off Earth Now!!
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The raw, blues-soaked beginning, recorded in a Toronto garage with a stark, after-midnight hush. The band crawls through Lightnin' Hopkins and Robert Johnson covers at a narcotic, near-stationary pace, Margo Timmins' voice floating ghostly over fuzzed-out, droning guitar. It's stripped, eerie, and intimate to the point of trespass. A haunting first dispatch from country's quietest cult band.