No Postcard Or Telephone

Jesse Malin first popped up in 2002ish and was much beloved by the UK’s music magazines. He had that tousle haired, black leather jacket, Johnny Thunders, New York look down to a T and some songs to back it up. Looking at the back of this album, The Fine Art Of Self Destruction, I can’t remember anything about any of the songs listed except this one- Wendy- which I kind of love. There’s nothing new or groundbreaking here, but it’s got a crunchy guitar riff, a she-done-gone-sodded-off-and-left-me lyric and certain amount of spark. The album was produced by the absurdly overrated Ryan Adams.