Title: My favorite album ever
Product review: This is obviously an incredibly personal album for NMH frontman Jeff Mangum. Somehow, in spite of it's inwardness, or maybe because of it, I've gained the same personal attachment to the album. I don't want to give the impression that this is some kind of "emo" album... Rather than whining about lost girlfriends, Jeff Mangum fills his songs with surrealist, Barrett-esque imagery that may or may not be about Anne Frank. How can a voice so nasal, folky acoustic guitars, horns and fuzz be so catchy? I don't know. But there is a special part of my brain reserved for this album, just for playing it in my head. Simply perfect. "The only girl I ever loved was born with roses in her eyes but then they buried her alive one evening 1945 with just her sister at her side..." Beauty. I love this album. How can anyone with a soul not?
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