The endlessly, effortlessly prolific Robert Pollard apparently had a whole slew of outtakes during the early days. Shocker. And here some are, piles and piles of lo-fi, distant, curiously effecting ditties, each with their own charming moment or two, each with at least some small innovation or turn that justifies their shortish existence.
The listening experience is far more smoothed out than Alien Lanes or Bee Thousand: this collection lacks the sharp transitions, the truly strange turns, the simply brilliant bursts of melody that made those albums so disjointed and exciting. These aren't the worst songs from the sessions, just not the most interesting. These are the teeming masses of Pollardia, and might constitute a cult masterpiece in their own right if they didn't come from such a storied pedigree 3.5/5
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