It's time to face facts: I'm just an awkward white boy at heart. Despite efforts to expand in funkier directions, to shake it like that proverbial Polaroid picture, my album of the year once again resides in the realm of rock and roll.
At least, on the fringe of rock and roll.
Martin Tielli has never been one to be easily classified. He's rock in the same sense that Queen is rock, or that Outkast is hip hop. It's just the easy label.