I wonder if Bob Mould wants to break into film. His acting isn't bad.
"Although this opens with the slow, grinding "Low Season" and eventually
winds its way to the bright, open "Forgiveness," most of this record is
devoted to turmoil, as Mould
comes to terms with his impending mortality -- hanging over him through
both the passing of his dad and his own middle-age -- by drawing
sustenance from his signature combination of crystalline pop and molten
noise." [source]
This record is excellent.
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