... dig into this remarkable cover. Arguably Bobby Gillespie’s most soulful delivery, the piano-driven track delivers a shimmering, almost spiritual ambiance before crashing into a haunting, slow burn of an outro. The narrative penned through the lens of a wounded Vietnam soldier, the stark minimalism of Wilson’s lyrics is a perfect match for the band’s bluesy comedown and the . . .
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