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| The Ache is the name of the album,
and I wish everybody in the country would buy a copy. I predict that
it will still sound incredibly fresh in the summer of 2003, when it
will be de rigeur in cars driving around town looking to stir
up trouble. It’s an indie rock record, sure enough. What it’s
got that everybody else doesn’t got, though, is that it’s
suave. This is the missing ingredient from some whopping percentage
of indie rock records, the absence of which scared most of its listeners
away after the novelty had worn off. |
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