Like all MMJ albums, this kind of slips through my fingers, a hazy memory.
But I generally like it. It's lush, pretty, kicking all the grasping as newness that marked Z and Evil Urges, mostly tamping down JJ's needling falsetto, leaving a confident late-era rock record dripping with craft, packed with a mushy songiness that you can sink all the way down into. There's enough here that I can feel it slowly seeping into my bones the way this band is, I'm told, supposed to 3.5/5
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