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.
While I’ll hold on to R.I.P. dearly for one last glimpse of their excellence, I can’t help but feel that this compilation of sorts doesn’t do the band justice.