The Cowboy Junkies: Chill out

THERE IS something about 547 Crawford Street with its beer crate-strewn hallway, ashtray-scented kitchen (replete with moist, green furry organisms in the unlikeliest of places) and ill-conceived interior decor which repeatedly brings to mind the term ‘student’. It makes it an unlikely sort of launch pad for Toronto’s whisperingly restrained, delicately nuanced country blues quartet, The Cowboy Junkies.