When bands release self-titled albums, it can signify numerous things, most of them negative, such as lack of inspiration or effort (…)
When bands release self-titled albums, it can signify numerous things, most of them negative, such as lack of inspiration or effort (…)
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A talented songwriter who largely escapes being po-faced because he has a strong voice and always something to say. Early albums were bitty, found sound affairs - a lo-fi approach he rejected with his last record and finally destroys with this new effort. It’s a very serious and brave LP, full of grand pronouncements and soaring arrangements. Big songs, but stick a pencil in my eye if he doesn’t grate the shit out of you by the end of it.