God dammit guys, I really don't want to like you. Damned folkies, with all your weepy sentimentality and frail wordplay and spare musicality. But this album's just got hooks on hooks on lush motherfuckin production, and it even rocks here and there. It's fun! Dammit! I *am* feelin goovy now! I begrudgingly, surprisingly, upvote its classic status.
The fact they take a shit on Dylan, who I'm liking less and less as the years go by, also helps make them my horse in this unseemly race they called folk 3.5/5
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