Evan Dando’s poppy platitudes to drugs, homosexuality, and other grungeisms have been culled from four saccharine albums and a handful of singles and EPs.
Obsessive fans of one or more of the artists should enjoy this agreeable exercise in pointlessness. The rest of us: wave politely, no flash photography.
Plodding drums, serious powerchords and grinning vocals merrily punkify all that would be angst in the sometimes honky tonk, occasionally folksy Paydirt.
There are comparable tracks to Hot (a calypso-ish tune, some foot stompers, some ballads), and a pseudo-mid European folk tune, but mostly – it’s Dixieland.