Mclusky’s first two records were antidotes to everything twee about indie rock in the early ’00s. Packed with biliousness and hilariously over-the-top spite, they were manna to a particular milieu: the male cynic, the angry and backwardly rockist, and the people too irony-damaged to get with the program. I hear Christgau tut-tutting as I write this paragraph. I imagine him looking up at the positive rating and shaking his head. Goddamn that guy.
#14 | / | A.V. Club |
#18 | / | NME |
#18 | / | No Ripcord |
#20 | / | Clash |
#21 | / | Drowned in Sound |
#25 | / | The Line of Best Fit |
#25 | / | Treble |