I know this shit ain’t normally up my alley, but even Mr. Hipster can get Anglophile on your ass every once in a while. In this case, though, he’s so bored off his ass by Mr. Gough’s music that he might as well drown himself in the guy’s hippy stink. It’s like Jamiroquai (who I absolutely despise) tried to make a folk album. It’s honestly difficult for me to get through this whole album with my sanity in tact. This was all one big mistake. I know this thing has gotten nothing but good reviews, but I wish Badly Drawn Boy would take his Steely Dan sounding ass back to zzzzzzzz… sorry I nodded off.
