“On Avi Buffalo's second record for Sub Pop, the dissonance between the band’s musical progression and Zahner-Isenberg’s regressive lyrical lapses make it an intriguing and relatable document of internal struggle. Its atmosphere is dusky, twilight and ineffably Californian; they could nuzzle into Laurel Canyon between the mystic hippies and the countrified indie scene of Beachwood Sparks.”
