Best of the home recorded years. Reverse chronology may have been a more customer friendly approach, but as it is this has Nick Saloman stumbling around in an acid fuelled daze for the first third, then melodies suddenly snap into place and we're off for a string of gently weeping, stuck together with duct tape, maybe not nuggets, but chestnuts at least. The British J Mascis, if J had been in touch with his emotions.
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