Robert Pollard's discography runs past 30 albums now, but his prodigious gift for psych-revivalist songwriting continues to flourish. As usual, there's evidence he may have spent longer on the song titles than the songs themselves—"Of Mites And Men" must have been particularly satisfying. And as with the past few GBV albums, it seems The Who and their sturdy power chords currently take precedence in his pantheon of inspirations. Strange, though, that we yearned for Pollard to treat his songs properly when he tossed them off as lo-fi sketches, but now they arrive as crafted, completed stadium anthems, that faint whiff of underachievement remains.
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