“Each Sunday, Pitchfork takes an in-depth look at a significant album from the past, and any record not in our archives is eligible. Today we revisit Elliott Smith’s big 1998 album, both a transformational landmark and a logical next step for the restless composer.”
“Elliott Smith is the very model of a modern oho troubadour. He writes intimate cafe ballads that suit his breathy voice, filling his songs with emotional wreckage; the man knows how to give bad love a good name. Smith started out as just another muffled folkie choking on his own self-pity, but he lightened up […]”
