Title: Dental drills, more like...
Product review: I know I'm going to seem like a cranky old fan, bitter Mr. Pollard ventured into a studio rather than hunkered down in his basement. Not true. The production isn't the problem here. It's the songs. I'm not crazy about the current line-up, but they're not the problem. "Chasing Heather Crazy" isn't good. None of them are. The songwriting on GBV albums has been progressively slipping since "Alien Lanes", and this album points out just how long ago that was. The one real asset the band had was Pollards seemingly endless font of songs. I used to ask myself if they'd ever dry up, an empty concrete statue all that would be left behind. I asked the wrong question. The fountain still flows; the water, however, is undrinkable.
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