What a perfect record to find now, so packed with resonant desolation, wrapped in righteous hookiness and joyous zeal.
Themewise its all banal desperation and flailing helplessness that resonates now more than ever - I'll stop saying that someday, i swear. But it feels personal and relatable, built from a sense of place, centered in NY in a way I dont even hate, reflecting the urban pressures in a way that feels universal and welcoming instead of insular and smug.
Musically it's so fucking hooky, so packed with great guitar sounds and shameless pop
moves and great little vocal hooks, no clap-clap off-limits, no synth lick or vocal ooooo or doubletime or breakdown forbidden, Weezer + Ted Leo with some actual rage in the clip, especially on that secret ten minute epic, disguised as 7 blasts of punk proper.
Bittersweet and heartbreakingly thrilling, guaranteed to crack my albums of the year list 4.5/5
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