No mockingbirds were killed in the making of this album. Grunge crosses paths with the Beatles while dropping acid. It took a lot of listens for me to appreciate this album. Now I'm sick of it.
Thanks, Bill Cosby.
Joyous distorted guitar almost covers the lyrics but the message is clear: coming of age is hard. You're filled with hope and despair, confidence and fear. Fun and yet meaningful album.
Smooth. Sparse guitar work. Chill out with enough pop to lift you out of darkness.