I know these guys are from Ohio, but they've got a uniquely British kind of wailing, spare self-importance. Like the wildly-overrated Pulp, and to a lesser degree the less-overrated Smiths, they have a frontman in Greg Dulli who wheels and wrings operatic about his own weakness, wallowing in darktones that I guess I'm supposed to relate to
The noisy, start-stop backing's alright, some spawn of Built to Spill and The Dismemberment Plan, but it's also a bit much. There's not nearly enough payoff for all this self-importance - I am not won over 2.5/5
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