Ugh. Marry me please. Thanks.
What a rich, beautiful album. Lucy Dacus is a fully formed master worker. Although the driving instrumentals are really conduits for her lyrical prowess, they aren't half-baked. They add so much to each clever one-liner and devastating couplet. This is rock on a new level. Think MY WOMAN by Angel Olsen but emotionally richer (how? right?) and more perfect in it's economy. A great album.
nice GBV-esque power pop. nothing to write home about but then again, who writes home about albums? My mother would not care in the slightest
TLH goes Pavement. Good, not great. The messages are so acidic and strong but are often lost in the haze of garage bombast. Caleb, it's ok. Better times are ahead.
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