Don't need no jewels in my crown

These songs are a bit like Mexican cooking. From the same few ingredients — ragged beat, lolling Fender, shimmering Wurlitzer, maybe a gospel choir or two — you get results as predictable as they are tasty. In this case, a sort of lazy transcendence, giving even the coldest January day a flavor of August afternoon on the stilled porch, fingertips dangling to a sweaty bottle that leaves its signature ring on the worn-bare floorboards. What happens when you polish chrome with your oldest, softest denim.

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--> Aretha, Sing One For Me, Cat Power
--> Tumbling Dice, Rolling Stones