The Drunken Pressman

Woman King

Sam Beam is one of my favorite artists and his whisper-sung lyrical poetry is at it’s strongest in this album. Even seven years after the album’s release, the timber of the crisp acoustic slide guitars and twang of the pick layered over holds my attention all the way through. If ever there was a sound to go with the fuzz of a few glasses of whiskey, it’s captured in the ups and downs of this album.