It's 1993. I'm in AP English. And Heather Duncan is talking about how amazing Michael Stipe is. Again. He's not. There are a few catchy songs, but mostly it's a mopey coffee house response to The Cure or Morrissey.

This reminded me of the good times in high school. Driving too fast with the windows down, sitting on the roof in the parking lot after class, and even wandering the brickyard in the middle of the night.

Reminded me of music with Mom Turner or Poppi. Definitely heard traces of the blues and can see how his voice was fawned over by a generation.

This sounds like the album that every jam band of the 90s and 00s listened to and began emulating. The songs are nice and chill and meander like some Appalachian creek in July.

It's about as depressing as I remembered. The songs blend together. Robert Smith's voice is as memorable as it always was

Shooting pool and listening to this cassette when it came out in the basement was the tail end of Jr High. Subsequent metal albums got a bit too heavy for my tastes. This is that nice sweet spot of loud and fast while continuing to have lyrics you can understand.

The santoor in this is quite impressive. Definitely feels like the music in a movie as they head out on a journey of discovery when you get the sweeping travel shots through the mountains and forest roads. On occasion the camera will go into the cab of the Jeep, because it's always a Jeep, and show the protagonists chatting or pointing at some wildlife out the window