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Title: A busted soul, on tape.
Review: File this under "Alcoholic Blues," "Effed Up Navelgazing," or whatever narcissistic, self-pitying label you can dream up. It's not especially inviting, to say the least, but if there's a part of you that responds to the more out there works of Alex Chilton (Third/Sister Lovers, Like Flies on Sherbert) this might be for you. It's incoherent, slapdash, and probably about as disrespectful as you can be of a potential paying audience. It's also gorgeous, brilliant, and a brutally honest depiction of depression and heartsickness. It's Jimmy Reed taken to his inevitable conclusion. It's not pop music, it's your soul.
