This album sounds like sun dresses, vaseline on a camera lens, and unending wheat fields. That's the only way I can possibly describe it. James Iha is an enigma wrapped in a man out of time. With all the years he spent in The Smashing Pumpkins and A Perfect Circle, one would hardly think him capable of such finely-crafted and undeniably gorgeous indie pop.
Own this album. I command it.
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