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I'll admit, Brendan Benson's sugary sweet approach to 1970's California pop wasn't immediately my thing. I had only heard of him because of his connection to a certain Detroit duo. I was underwhelmed when I heard this album so I put it on the back burner for the rest of the year. Then the Raconteurs album came out and I grew an appreciation for the stark contrast between him and Jack White. I decided to dust off this album while I was laying around doing some daydreamin' and it was as if I had "gotten it!"
Benson is not trying to be some Detroit guitar God. No, he's perfectly content keeping it calm and relaxing. His lyrics are really smart and that's always a plus.
Your girl will enjoy this when it's Sunday and she's writing poetry in her room about you. Douche.