“The short of it: This album has all the charm of a flaccid penis protruding out from beneath a fold of flesh on a balding, middle-aged man. Its ten songs retread the same ground covered on *All This Sounds Gas*, but where those songs sounded like a rehash of Scott Kannberg's contribution to Pavement (which wasn't so bad), *Monsoon* reminds us why he contributed his own material so infrequently. Wi”
