i put this on in the car on my way to work and didn't get it at all, then i sat down with headphones & lyrics and it made me cry. intensely uncomfortable and intensely relatable and intensely beautiful.
a little hit or miss, but when it hits, it hits. mixing and some of the vocals make it grating on a second listen, but not enough to detract from any of the positives. brings a sort of "outside the barbecue restaurant" energy to any car it's played in.
if you interspersed 10 extra 2013 indie rock tracks from unrelated bands through this album, I'm not sure I'd be able to tell, but that doesn't make it any less enjoyable. they put this one off in a side room at the 2000s crunchy guitar renaissance museum. one of the rooms where you're allowed to take pictures.
Every time i listen to an Elliot Smith live set where there's more than one instrument I'm like "wow!!! so good!!!". This scratches that same itch while being different enough from his solo stuff that it's still interesting and worth coming back to. When people with more depressing music taste than me talk about how he's a musical genius, I can think about this album and get where they're coming from a little better.