More abrasive than the Lower East Side’s other leading anti-folkster Jeffrey Lewis (see p97). Major Matt perhaps nails its ethos more succinctly, witty social observation, hangdog stare and no-frills production that sounds like gas bubbling from leaky pipes. Mason is tougher here, be it grinding big guitars into the chewy “Sidewalker”, tripping over “Good(bye)”‘s springy guitar figure or wrapping “Munich” with percussive thwack and knotty bass. Hi-fi, it seems is the new lo-fi.
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