The White Buffalo
You know when a song comes on the radio and just slaps you in the face? A song that makes you crank the volume, sit up straight and say “who the fuck is that?” On a steamy summer night, after a murderous shift at the restaurant, I was driving up to the cottage for a long weekend break. About 2 in the morning, on a straightaway stretch of unlit highway, I heard ‘The Pilot’. Jake Smith, aka the White Buffalo, has a voice like chocolate-covered gravel. His crooning and snarling sound goes right down my spine. In a good way. Crank it.