
This is such a supremely melancholy album that it makes want to cry. If it weren't for the nice fat Big Beats propping it up, it would be a suicidal depressing endeavor. Instead it comes out as emotionally sincere, darkly sexy and extremely listenable.
This is a fine wine of an album, layers of flavor requiring the utmost attention to gain its full impact. This album is writing poetry and crying with The Postal Service, Portishead, Massive Attack and Radiohead.
Good for: Driving old cars down new streets, singing fresh lyrics over new beats.
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