The nom de plume of Angeleno studio veteran Kenny Woods, Destroyer is a self-described "tongue-in-cheek, post-pandemic ode to Los Angeles". With a collected and steady prose in the mold of a modern Zevon, the charming pop songwriting eliminates any semblance of novelty from such insular, regional thematics. Topical subject matter aside, the album's deep surveying of the city's sprawling and ever changing shadows is an elaborate preservation act - hypothetical or otherwise. A record where Brando characters sit comfortably next to Beefheart . . .
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