"Songs are a hundred ugly babies/I can't feed," the frontman of Brooklyn's Geese laments near the midpoint of his debut solo album, Heavy Metal.
Winter establishes himself as a songwriter par excellence... a warrior-poet Achilles broken down, 'beat with ukuleles,' exhorted to take up his pen and aegis by forces far greater than himself.
Over the even-keeled strut of 'Nausicäa (Love Will Be Revealed),' Winter alternately croons and yelps the name of the titular Greek princess, infusing each syllable with want.
At the climax of 'Drinking Age,'... "From now on, this is who I'm gonna be/This way/A piece of meat." That song has Winter breaking out his signature batty lip burble.
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