An Old Favorite
There are some of us who have listened to way too much music. I am one of those people. With the extensive library of music in my brain, I find it much harder as I get older to simply enjoy a song for what it is. Almost automatically I start with string of comparisons to other songs I've heard, and it ruins the singular experience of simply listening. Thankfully I discovered this album prior to obtaining the comparison curse. It was a younger, more impressionable, innocent time. There is nothing pretentious about Ozma's music, sonically or lyrically. It reminds me of a good friend who accepts you for who you are and isn't afraid to spill out their hopes and fears all over your living room rug. If this sounds like someone you'd like to know, then give it a try.