In my head I put this guy's albums firmly in the "Music Good Looking Slightly Younger People Listen To While They Order West Elm Furniture Online". BUT, this stupid record is a stupid catalog of childhood neglect (and all the stupid garbage that happens after) that stupid me just bought and listened to three times and had to stupid cry about.
It's a good album, but screw this guy for reminding me to look up a new therapist.
It's a good album, but screw this guy for reminding me to look up a new therapist.