The last two (or three, I won't argue) Old 97s albums featured as- good-as-it-gets songwriting, and so if this is a letdown, it's only just barely. It experiments more, to the detriment of the speed factor, I suppose, but speed hasn't really been much of a factor since he declared himself a serial lady killer. Lyrics still are, though, and I hope that it doesn't mean anything bad that this time, instead of my favorite lyrics being about his cat running away or proposing, they go like this: "Uh-ah, uh-ah, uh-ah, uh-ah."
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I was listening to Bob Dylan -- Live 1975