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Lillie Mae’s song has been haunting me since I first heard it. It’s clearly designed to do exactly that. Her voice howls like the wind through trees in the opening, and she even someone draws certain words out into far more syllables than they actually need. She infuses the lyrics with contained anger, giving one the sense that there’s something bubbling below the surface — is the relationship really over? The guitars, all chopped up and ever reaching higher to uncomfortable chords like a tornado swirling around, say it is over and it was a disaster.