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New: Embed this album on your own site! Known as a "musician's musican" and one of San Francisco's best kept secrets, Jeffrey Luck Lucas is an incredibly well-rounded composer and songwriter who has lately been recording these gorgeously burnished folk albums with elegant little hints of his West Texas upbringing in them. Upon hearing What We Whisper, Performer Magazine described Lucas as "the downcast balladeer in A Touch of Evil's lost cantina scene," while one listener called him as a cross between Johnny Cash and Frank Sinatra. Features an absolutely otherworldly performance on pedal steel by David Phillips of Tom Waits' crew, as well as performances by Tim Mooney (American Music Club), Wendy Allen (The Court & Spark), Chris Mulhauser (Aphrodesia), and Desmond Shea's stellar studio craft. Standout tracks include "The Pills," "Just Like Moths," "Grifos Muertos," and "In The Stars' Whirling." "Darkly gorgeous, unexpectedly uplifting" —Dusted Magazine.
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