I have to confess that the phenomenon of Thea Gilmore has largely passed me by.
Judging by the praise heaped upon her by the smart press, I should be missing something.
However, her new single - the first new material since her highly successful Liejacker album - does nothing to make me want to rush out and check out her discography.
To my ears, this song is a carbon copy of the new-country rock sound Mary Chapin Carpenter perfected over a decade ago. There are plenty of worse performers to sound like but it seems a bit old hat to me.
I concede I may be in the minority, the track - written in a dressing room on her recent UK tour - has apparently met with a "deluge of requests from fans who heard it".
Thea Gilmore seems an admirably feisty character but while she sings optimistically "we will rise like demons, baby", I remain unmoved and unconverted.
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