This, my friends, is very much NOT a banger.
I honestly have no idea why I ended up buying this. I'm quite certain I didn't spend more than a buck on it, but, even then, there's nothing aobut this that would have compelled me to spend said buck. The scene around Asthmatic Kitty was very much not mine when it first came into view around 2002/2003. I was aware of Sufjan Stevens, a Pitchfork darling almost from Jump Street. "Illinois" was all over the front page of Insound, It was in the ether, but it wasn't crossing over into the world of punk spaces.
It was...ugh...hippy shit. And I wanted no part. It makes no sense how this would end up in my hands in 2006, or 2009, or 2014.
But that was then, and this is now, and maybe my tastes have further refined from where they were 20 years ago. At least, I hope they have. This isn't going to be a regular replay in my house, but I'm more interested in what's going on here than I was when I originally nabbed it. Castenets, the Danielson Famile, Royal City: they're all pretty good. Even ol' Sufjan,,,well, I get the appeal, even if I wouldn't seek him out.
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