4/5 I almost blew right past this. It sounded at first like a halfbaked mess, or maybe a studied affectation of lo-fi. And it might be one or both, and now I'm not sure it's a bad thing - but it sounds goddamn _good, subtly lightyears better than a the hundred similar records. The overblown guitars, the tiny beats, the tapedeck friction, it's so warm, so close, as bedroom as they come, indie pop perfection.
Either Cothran got lucky or he's a damn skilled producer; these songs don't sound accidentally flawed, they sounds worn, bloomed, molted and mulched; dying, but alive
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