‘If devoid of the blundering, gut-busting riffage and the arguably misogynistic lyricisms of his freshly divorced fellow Raconteur’s latest, it’s a breezy affair bristling with a gutsy nostalgia for them glorified ’90s. Indeed such is the ballsy romp of Happy Most of the Time it’s all too easy to envisage Benson swaggering about disemboweled ballroom with an inanimate broomstick.’
Dots & Dashes review Brendon Benson’s latest full-length, What Kind of World…