“For a while it seemed like Rhett Miller had two modes. There was the brash singer who excelled at writing seat-of-your-pants songs full of clever lyrics and super-catchy melodies, which he did on his own albums and fronting the Old 97’s. When he wasn’t locked on to that frequency, though, the results could be desultory ballads that, while pleasant enough in the moment, didn’t have the staying powe”
“Old 97s frontman gets unsparingly nostalgic”
