Having gone from playing punk and scarfing sugar to anticipating a deadly diagnosis and singing the blues, an aging Matt Korvette's rude awakening serves as sick-n-sludgy commencement. Granted, the swamp-creature delivery renders it ridiculous as is, but no Pissed Jeans record could stay forlorn for long; so in come a buncha one-to-three-minute invigorators and some more important matters -- the asininity of astrology, kneecaps becoming a deal-breaker, the encouragement of sexual exploration, playing Jumble with 'ignore', being labeled a decent person just cuz of society's sad standards. Also featured is the forever jarring and perfectly performed macho rave centerpiece "I'm a Man"; suspect until determining that the raver+writer is female author Lindsay Hunter satirizing it the fuck up. Punk playing and sugar scarfing still apply, btw.
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