He's a small town sherrif, a big city coroner, a 19 year old soldier; each battling different demons. Whether it's nightmares that won't let him sleep, mirrors who show him who he doesn't want to see, flashbacks of what no one should have seen in the first place, Greg sounds fucking miserable.

Buuuuut, I won't lie and say dude isn't appreciated like a muthafucka. His voice is somewhere in between Chris Isaak and the guy from Soul Coughing, both romantic and deep like the mind of Minolta (now picture this. Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets).

Greg Laswell's "Dodged a Bullet" has me jacked as fuck for another album I'll only listen to alone, but I'll end up telling everyone I know about it, so then we can all individually listen to it alone together.

The album dropping in March is titled Everyone Thinks I Dodged a Bullet, and I'm already crafting scenarios in my head for reasons to sit and stare out of a rainy window and weep.