Chuck Prophet: Bobby Fuller Died For Your Sins

Like Tony Soprano’s wild ducks, Chuck Prophet albums arrive seasonally, every two or three years, which reminds me, stealing from Tom Stoppard, that “music when it’s done right affects our nerves, makes us want to say nice, stupid things and to pat the heads of those people who can create such beauty. Although nowadays we can’t pat heads or we’ll get our hands bitten off.”
Regardless, somewhere amongst the fake news and conspiracy theories, trumpets are trumpe