As usual, Ty puts his stamp on every last cover on this covers album: some're fuzzed to death, some chilled out, some melted into nothingness, none treated all that reverently. And man, I love the song choices: getting some deep cut weird prog/kraut shit in there.
But it feels like that's the best part: like showing off the breadth of references almost came before making an album for listening to. The fuzzed out songs are the best, but feel a little by the numbers 20 or so albums into his career. Is it too glib to pin this to its title/art? I like fudge and I love sandwiches, but the whole record feels slapdash, like less than the sum of its parts 3.5/5
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