needs a lot more dirty songs for sad lovers…
wasn’t bastard his first, making this his third?
you guys all forgot about hundred waters. not enough love for their s/t here at year’s end.
everyone here is off base about jr’s contribution. songs like die were created by him and owens jamming while taking drugs, notably meth
sounds a lot like fiona apple. not a bad thing, just sayin
after a listen, I feel strangely comforted. lyrics themselves revolve around existential and relational insecurities, but the vox singing them are touched with a plaintive acceptance. I’ll be coming back for more.
die – girls
Pavement – Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain