It all comes together with the whiz-bang aplomb of a Scorsese picture– of course remorse is all that’s left when it’s over. Valentine’s Day Massacre of relentless drums, bass, and guitar. And Bows & Arrows ain’t the half of it: This is a St. Forget secret weapons everything’s out in the open here and all the more dangerous for it. Hamilton Leithauser, unhinged even on a good day, just flies right off the handle and the rest of the band doesn’t slack for a second. Somebody is pissed, somebody else is reeling from remorse, and everybody’s going full throttle on what has become the signature Walkmen hyperjam.
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