Well fuck, I don't know.
It's a Ted Leo album, so obviously it's a hooky little motherfucker, full of shouty little exaltations at the basics of 20somethigish white existence.
That sounds backhanded, but do know that it does rule. It's punchy as fuck, full of that live energy that makes his live show one that "you haven't seen him live have you what the fuck get your ass to songkick and when he's within 100 miles get your shit on down".
Leo's a bonkers good songwriter, and here he's at his most raucous, the album full of wonderfully raw edges, Spoon without the giveashit, full of understately FUCKYES Chris Wilson drum moments, only undermined by the fact that it sounds as good as several of this other also-pretty-fucking-good albums, just lacking one of those whatthefuck killers like Timorous Me. Still, still, god, have you not listened to Ted Leo? Start here, good a place as any 4/5
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