Lo-fi production, relentless chugging guitars, unflinching deadpan delivery -- I'm down with all that when it's backed up by hooks and songwriting (GBV, Pavement,Sonic Youth), but this is a plod to nowhere. What was clever in 1988, sounds lazy 30 years later.
The only thing that holds up is its indie-pop encapsulation of micro-scene, that inspiration that You Can Too, Kid. If you want to find your way to a place where your most personal thoughts are special and matter to your friends and your lack of grand inspiration's a roundabout advantage (and I say this all without malice or irony - what a wonderful mindset to find!) this bygone artifact might inspire 3/5
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