One Little Indian Us
2006
Powder Burns
About This Album
Addiction, as Greg Dulli knows, is an all-consuming occupation. Finding your next fix is what drives every move, every breathe, every word. It is your devil and it is your god, your sickness and your well-being. It is, in short, your entire life. And so the fact that Dulli sobered up in the time between the Twilight Singers' previous album, She Loves You, and Powder Burns doesn't make it surprising that this latest release is about that disease. But Dulli's too smart -- and was too intimately involved with drugs -- to make a nice, clean record with easy, straightforward statements that float like bubbles into his audience's outstretched, pudgy fingers. Instead, he spits and growls and coughs questions into our thin, gaping faces, questions that he knows have no answers, and that even if they did, he wouldn't want to hear them anyway. Because Powder Burns is too personal. It's a debate within Dulli himself, an argument that twists and wrenches itself through 11 different conversations and ends up with nothing more than a sigh and a wistful prayer for salvation. Musically, the album is as hard as the group has ever gotten. From the intense, driving opener that crashes into "I'm Ready" like a wall of water, to the hedonistic snarl in "My Time (Has Come)," Dulli is pure carnal emotion.
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