It's the logical next chapter in the unwritten book that features Reatard Rock, The Wood Brothers and Molina. RICKY HAMILTON constructs perfect(ly deranged) pop songs, delivers them with fire and attitude, and he does it all so casually. Even carelessly. You don't notice how ridiculous the clarinet is in "I Love It" because it's not ridiculous...it's perfect. It belongs there. Damaged brilliance is brilliance nonetheless, and this collection is nothing less than damaged. I meant brilliant. Nothing less than brilliant.
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