Man, opening track Faron Young got me so fuckin *jazzed*, that driving cowboy twostep tripping over itself into the night, a strange, hooky little piece of post-punk that keeps zigging and zagging.
But Paddy McAloon didn't come here to rock. He's a crooner, a respectable singer songwriter, and everything slips into an 80's pop haze, some wisp of Sting or Billy Joel or Steely Dan. The synthy swipes, the little vocal ghosts, they make it prettier and more interesting than most, and the lyrics prick with everyday details, but it's not my scene 3/5
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