More great fake Springsteen. Marah wears its hungry heart on its sleeve, but they wear it on the streets of Philadelphia--from where they hail. Sure, this song (and every other song Marah has recorded) sounds like Springsteen, but the great rag-tag band (and they are great, Springsteen sound-alikes or not, 'cause any band can copy a sound, but it takes talent to write songs on the level of Marah's, and innovation isn't always what it's cracked up to be) cop the sound from the Boss's earlier (first two) albums, with the mulitple instruments and scat-like singing, and they inject some fine blue-eyed Philly soul into this joint, with the hand claps and the doo-wop background vocals and the minimal (yet effective) percussion giving the song a bouncy shuffle, and Dave Bielanko's greasy soulful rasp along with a production that keeps the sound open and free--all make for one sweet, charming song that sounds as if it were recorded life on some sidewalk in Philly...or New Jersey.
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