The Dismemberment Plan man's solo turn's mostly notable for its 0.0 Pitchfork review. That's a shamefully sensationalist score - the idea that this is anywhere in the bottom percent of albums is a shit take.
But it's...not good either. It sounds cheap: the production, the sentiment, the hokey jokey songwriting, like 14 cranks on a grocery store toy dispenser. Most songs are sub-Randy Newman oh-hey-look. I mean holy shit we didn't need four (4 (!)) sing-songy songs about presidents on coins.
But hey, it's light, it's playful, with little synthy flourishes and rappy breakdowns. Morrison's fuckin around a little, shaking off all the angst. I don't like it, but it doesn't like, offend my goddamn sensibilities 2/5
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