Curt Kirkwood — Snow

Once upon a time, there was an underground alt.rock band called Meat Puppets. The psychedelic group went on sabbatical in 2001 after a couple of decades of cranking out the rawk. Now, their poetic pilot and fearless frontman has decided to fly solo. The results are as earth-shattering and genre-bending as the influential band he left behind. On his solo debut, Kirkwood — backed by a tight band of merrymakers — rekindles his songwriting fire with an acoustically inclined, intimate affair that sways from country to jazz. The title cut is a country-waltz that would make Willie Nelson grin. With a whiskey-weathered voice, subtle layers of harmony and contemplative lyrics, Kirkwood's Snow offers refreshing sounds to warm the soul on a cold winter's night.

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