Holy Tom Waits!

The motherfucking circus has come to town and they brought everything from the absynthe to the midgets riding around on tricycles. Man Man's sophomore effort, Six Demon Bag is maybe the silliest piece of music that I have ever loved. Sure, it mostly plays out like one of Tom Waits' more timid nightmares, but the backseat elements, such as its oddly spotty use of classic R&B and Soul backdrops set to 1870's saloon soundtracks, create a fuck-all mix of buffoonery that seeks to permanently remove that clown car from YO ASS.