He’s like a pop Jakob Dylan with an oddly country twang, or a hi-fi lof-fi Beck without the wink. The whole thing, including the scarf on the cover, screams hipster, but like fun-hipster, not asshole hipster. This is actually, upon a fresh listen, a pretty fine headphone album, with Collette’s voice front and center. Sure he seems affected, but who doesn’t love an old-fashioned Canadian country crooner? Really a surprisingly decent record.