An undeniably good rock record that overflows with clever noise, breakneck swerves, and a hitchy, hooky little sneer of attitude.
But I can't get past Carrie Brownstein's voice. She puts on a masterclass in voice as instrument, wringing yelps and emotion and razor edge out of every syllable, and on paper it's fucking brilliant, but it's just searingly miserable in the actual listening. It causes me pain, in the ears. If you can get past it, enjoy this album extra for me, because everything else on it is pretty goddamn kickin 3/5
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