Many of the songs have appeared on previous records, but these slow, touching, swirling and beautifully sad renditions were how they were originally written.
Heavenly slices of melancholy drowned in ear-candy instrumentation, topped with yearning/crooning so evocative it almost surpasses the vocals on Clarity.
Jebediah tries not to sound like a wimpy Nirvana crossed with Sixpence None The Richer, but writes six minute pop tunes that should’ve been under three.
More musical, introspective, and sonically thoughtful than Lazycain, with varying tempos and volumes accompanied by expected jangly mathrock personalities.
Fraser harnesses images of horror to torture the men who deserve it. She thrusts rich cheats into Hell, with insects clicking their wings in their nostrils.
A little more touching Joan Jett balladry, but when they switch over to the “Do You Wanna Touch Me There” raunchy rock, that’s when my, um, ears perk up.