Still not original, the music is bar-band serviceable but awkward and stiff, and the lyrics continue to reach far beyond their grasp in search of profundity.
Their third release (first for Atlantic), and still as coarse and nasty as ever. Selene Vigil screeches like she’s just had a car door slammed on her hand.
Hello is well-manicured, accessible femme eclectica that tries on styles like Salvation Army fatigues, overlaid with unlocked-diary imagery alternately potent.