superhappytime

I like when people who weren't alive in 1989 come in and review an album with "oh, this is underwhelming." Like, cool...go enjoy your Magdalena Bay album or whatever. You can't possibly add context or understand the impact this album had on indie rock when you've spent your whole life consuming the watered down version. You think I'm dead, but I'll just sail away.

I might listen to Blur or Pulp more, but I still like Suede's vibe the best. And this album has two perfect songs.

A ridiculously solid album that combines a few genres and probably lands somewhere between power pop and pop punk, but with a 90s indie rock influence and even a hint of alt country. Reminiscent of the early albums by Katie Crutchfield, both as Waxahachie or in PS Eliot.

A rich white guy complaining about his problems became a template for so many white rock artists who would follow in Cuomo's footsteps...and Drake. There are zero bad tracks on this album and the I prefer this production over anything else they put out.