God its so inevitable that this was the album that preceded the excellent Teens of Denial, a post-written prequel that sets it all up. It's those same soaring OOOAAAAAAAS with perfect crunch crunch crunch crunch, but with the muddy bedroom sound to match Denial's bedroom-gone-legit gutpunch. Toledo's drowning in the mix, railing against the pillowey suffocation of adulthood. There's those same incisions, those moments of clarity, a brilliant, personal, struggling little lo-fi gem.
It makes me appreciate Denial that much more, how thoroughly that latest album weaponizes this potent isotope. A minor majesty in its own right 4/5
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