If you are tired of perfect singers singing perfect songs about perfect love, do yourself a favor. Pour a cheap drink, turn down the lights, and let Armando Palomas ruin you for any other artist.
Unlike the polished productions of his contemporaries, these recordings sound like they were cut live on a borrowed four-track. You hear the squeak of the chair, the draw of the cigarette, the crack in his voice when he reaches for a high note he knows he might not hit.
Albums 4 through 7 of this collection show a man wrestling with fame’s awkward cousin: cult status. He knows he won’t fill stadiums, so he writes for the cantina . This is where the (Damned Troubadour) archetype solidifies.
If you are tired of perfect singers singing perfect songs about perfect love, do yourself a favor. Pour a cheap drink, turn down the lights, and let Armando Palomas ruin you for any other artist.
Unlike the polished productions of his contemporaries, these recordings sound like they were cut live on a borrowed four-track. You hear the squeak of the chair, the draw of the cigarette, the crack in his voice when he reaches for a high note he knows he might not hit.
Albums 4 through 7 of this collection show a man wrestling with fame’s awkward cousin: cult status. He knows he won’t fill stadiums, so he writes for the cantina . This is where the (Damned Troubadour) archetype solidifies.
