“Mark Kozelek needed a change. Over the course of four years and six albums in the '90s, the Red House Painters frontman penned enough slow, open-hearted tunes to satiate even the most severely-afflicted melancholic patient. But they were so pleasant that most of us were willing to overlook Kozelek's numbing consistency-- or, at least, we couldn't bring ourselves to criticize such an apparently del”
