S/T EP


    When Jack Spade and John Slade walk into the neighborhood bar in I’m Gonna Git You Sucka, there’s a lounge singer performing “When the Saints Come Marching In.” She’s waaaay too into it, wailing away with ridiculous gusto while writhing around on the floor. I picture Mudville’s Marilyn Carino going through the same routine in the studio on their self-titled EP. She’s got a tremendous voice, but overdoes it to a fault. Benjamin Rubin’s late-90s trip-hop production isn’t offensive, but I’ve already got Portishead’s Dummy. If Carino backs it off a tad and Rubin discovers Dntel, they could be onto something.

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