I have come to the conclusion that the Pretenders are one of the great rock n' roll bands. And because addiction and death cut them down at their prime (the prime of their first lineup anyway), they are also one of the rock's great archetypes, gone after only two near-perfect albums.I posted my favorite of their rockers a while back. No shortage of those. Chrissie Hynde's tuff charisma was unimpeachable. And James Honeyman-Scott (aforementioned dead guy) should be name-checked by every aspiring lead guitarist. But the fact that they could also put their signature muscle and leathery soul into a gauzy, longing ballad like this just seals their rep, as far as this 'blague is concerned.
The Pretenders - I Go To Sleep
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