Briefly pulling over from his ride in the now defunct grunge band The Screaming Trees, Mark Lanegan tones it down and goes solo on 1990's The Winding Sheet.
Nearly void of electric guitars, the album is carried acoustically sounding like a rainy campfire album for the grunge era. Lanegan can't sing worth a damn but the passion he puts in his Waits/Cobain-esque voice tells an intimate story all it's own.
It's not a perfect solo effort but it certainly is a hint that Lanegan can carry his own records for many years to come.
3½ Leadbellys out of 5