What if trying to be more than you are is your defining trait? Is there any way to be yourself, or is sincerity a tail you're doomed to chase? This is the fingertrap the Thermals are ever stuck in, always reaching for something they can't grasp, ever coming up short, the shortcoming becoming their defining quality. I love that they reach, truly, in theory, but nothing they've put out since More Parts Per Million has a favorable do / try ratio.
This is their best in ages, the first half speckled with fetching hooks, but none of it feels comfortable with itself, some young adult awkwardness clinging on for dear life 3.5/5
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