Thee Missouri

In the tradition of Wim Wenders’ road-trip movies, the Raveonettes and the Thrills, Thee Missouri’s In VoodooRama is an example of Europeans aping American culture with more finesse and intelligence than many of their stateside equivalents. Not that this German quartet’s languid blues-tinged music resembles any of the previously mentioned artists. The best times for VoodooRama include driving the French Quarter streets just before dawn while dodging the zombified drunks staggering in the gutters, lying in bed smoking a cigarette while your lover straightens the seams on her thigh-high stockings and prepares to go back to her husband, watching Blue Velvet with the sound off in a dark room, and anytime you find yourself longing for the next Nick Cave album.