I have to preface this by saying that I was listening to a lot of corporate rock before hearing this song. Austin Bullock (terrific terrible name) came on like a dazed and confused teen, walking while blind drunk and stumbling into the furniture. Naturally, I had more affinity for this sound than for the corporate rock that had plagued my ears in hours prior..
Cleaning Lady sounds like a terrific lost 60s gem, made by a singer-songwriter boozing out in Switzerland against the advice of his management.
