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Sigh. This is going to be a pretty crazy undertaking, going through GBV’s entire discography (or at least the one’s I own). This debut starts it off with a blast of Brit-tinged fuzzy guitar rock. 1992, the height of grunge, saw a lot of bands pouring on the weepy testosterone (if such a thing exists), but here was a band with anthematic aspirations. They write cheery pop songs and throwback tunes that recall everything you’d find in any cool parent’s LP collection. Granted, this is an arena rock band on a shoestring, recording on old equipment in a garage. I’ve forgotten over the years how really good this record is. What a way to start it off!
