At their best, The Weeks crank jittery, bristling, two-guitar onslaughts, paced at punk speed, but laced with southern blues guitar… at their worst, they sound a lot like the Counting Crows.
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"The charisma of Giuliano Gemma and some stellar action sequences can't save this sub-par spaghetti western.