i want to post my favourite all-time albums in the next week or so. these make up a sort of mission statement of aesthetics, and would end up on that deserted island with me...and, err, a solar-powered boombox. this band, and particularly their debut, frequently(and mistakingly) are left out of "important band/album" discussions of the post-punk era. they've always struck me as a provincial, sincere take on the smiths, and harriet wheeler's girlish croon is undeniably wonderful. this album is near perfect from start to finish.
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