Title: Chang, chang, chang, blah,blah,blah.
Review: If this is the "Best of GBV", I can't imagine what their worst is like! Every once in a while I try to listen to these guys...mainly because someone tells me "you would love GBV". And everybody raves about these "indie underground cult Gods". I am sorry. But I find every song to be a complete, annoying repeat of the previous one: strummy guitars, sloppy drums low in the mix and warbly, whiny vocals blathering on about who-really-gives-a-damn. I pity the fools who get taken in by these kind of phony-baloney "lo-fi" artful wannabes. Played front to back, this album is the equivalent of turning your radio dial between stations: droning white noise.
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