Among Pollard's best
This album is the reason we Pollard fans are so disappointed with his meandering solo output of the past five years. Keene's guitar is practically unstoppable, and as a result Pollard has to work to keep up. The end product is a near-masterpiece of Raspberries/Orange Humble Band-style power pop, jangly and addictive, with some of the most pleasing and imaginative riffs around. I hesitate to call this Keene's album, but the music is so good that it really doesn't matter.