This old-timey charmer from The Low Anthem’s drop-dead gorgeous Smart Flesh, the just-released follow-up to 2009’s Oh My God, Charlie Darwin, has been making me smile for weeks. It vibes like a summery cross between The Band’s Music From Big Pink and Beck’s Mutations — all mournful, moonlit country lilt and coal mountain melody waltzing matilda across the fruited plains and purple mountain majesties of the warm, narcotic American night. Its like old time country lemonade for your ears. The singer sounds like an Appalachian Cat Stevens telling it on the mountain, the harmonica wheezes like a far-off train whistle […]