Gentlemen Entertainment Weekly

B+
Looking for some good-time Seattle-type grunge to bang your head to? Look elsewhere. On the major-label debut by ex-Sub Poppers Afghan Whigs, guitars scratch, bleed, cry, and soar all around singer Greg Dulli’s tormented howling. Lyrically, the album’s a downer, but the brooding intensity of these anthems-for-the-alienated is as addictive as cheap drugs, a subject – along with deviant sex – that the Whigs appear to know something about.
-Tom Sinclair

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