Seriously, I go out of my way to hate music like this. Why? Because, it's popular and a large group of fedora wearing dicksmiths who have every intention to remain ironic and against the grain as they possibly can will sit here and try to tell you how it defines music. but the reality of it is, I am no better than any of them, I really just need people to hate, and hate I will do.
Moving on. This album is pretty tits though. No music defining here, just some groovy ass tunes that kind of make me want to grow a beard, throw on a flannel, fill a flask with gin, and go fishing. Nothing at all wrong with that. If you need bleaker.
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