Like Origin of Species, a haphazard genealogy littered with low-fi fossils of noise-folk, folk-noise, softcore punk, slide-rule guitar, gut-busting silliness.
A guitar-driven, moody atmosphere, adding layers, then taking them away. The words, embedded in Freel’s smooth, low voice, mingle with saturated basslines.
Searcy sounds less crazed, the guitars and drums are more orderly, the song lengths more typical, the lyrics spelled out carefully on the inner sleeve.
Has a lot in common with the first coupla Silver Jews records (except there’s more Malkmus and less Berman) and pre-“Cut Your Hair” Pavement in general.