Possibly the most fun of the era's blues-flecked, vaguely-jammy rock bands. There are psychedelic elements, but they're used as a means rather than an end. Here's a band that knows how to play, knows how to write songs, and doesn't seem to be trying to impress you with either. The ease with which it is excellent is much of the record's charm.
The exception to pretty much all of that is the batshit pairing of House for Everyone and Berkshire Poppies which together deliver a decidedly British take on psychedelic nonsense, evoking Nirvana or The Small Faces (who I have on the mind lately). Around that everything flows effortlessly listenable, working solidly as an album. Talent, attitude, flow, that's a win 4.5/5
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