The Sleepy Jackson



    I’ve been hearing about these guys for months: They’re this; they’re that; they’re everything to everyone; blah blah, whatever. I disdainfully tossed Lovers in, and it played all of three minutes before I realized I was nodding my head with a smile on my face. Fearful of my critical veneer crumbling, I quickly skipped to the next song, then the next. But alas, the result was the same. From the mournful alt-country of “Acid in My Heart” to the futuristic disco-pop of “Tell the Girls that I’m Not Hanging Out,” Luke Steele knows how to write a tune. And he just might be everything to everyone.


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