Imagine one of the seedier crime songs by the Felice Brothers, but slowed down, like really slowed down, man. And imagine that this song featured an almost drone-like main melody, and sketched out the needs of a would-be bank robber – a partner in crime, a car driver, a sharpshooter: “someone on my side“. Then imagine that a female vocal half hints that these are also the things needed for a partner in life and that “they can get us to run but they can’t make us hide / but they don’t expect us to resist ’til we die“. Well, don’t imagine that this is really some love-struck allegory “you and I were made to rampage / stockpile guns and kill ’em all the same / you and I we have a violent mind / If we didn’t try it’d be a crime.” Nope, seems Belaver is looking for a partner in crime.
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Sure, I could climb high in a tree, or go to Skye on my holiday. I could be happy. All I really want is the excitement of first hearing The Byrds, the amazement of decades of Dylan's music, or the thrill of seeing a band like The Long Ryders live. That's not much to ask, is it?