The Baker Street Irregulars work in mysterious ways. (The opposite of that ho in the U2 song). Retrieving necessary information while remaining seemingly invisible requires excellent judgment in character, attention to detail, and a killer instinct. So while you’re fumbling around for your subway ticket, or taking pictures of a stop sign, or gawking at the kid in the leather jacket with all the piercings…we’ve already got your wallet. Sizin’ people up, that’s the game. In that spirit, every music review will treat the album like a person. Just a point of relation.
