Men Called Him Mister

Haywood exercises the principle of control. Control, but not necessarily restraint. Sometimes control can mean restraint, but sometimes it can mean exactly the opposite. Restraint is always holding back, always playing the tip-of-the-iceberg game. But control...now control can be something altogether grander. Control and the craft of songwriting go hand in hand. Speaking of songwriting, you could try to peg Haywood as from the Archers of Loaf camp, or from the Modest Mouse camp, or even from the camps of Pavement, The Replacements, The Promise Ring, or Rick Springfield, but you'd be wrong every time. They're not from a camp at all, silly. It's New York City. There's no camp around here. What are you talking about? Weird. It will never in a million years be cool enough for you to ever admit that you actually like Haywood. But Haywood will strike you as familiar; you will be comfortable with "Men Called Him Mister" from the first listen; and you will listen to it often and play it for your friends. Trust us.