There are times when Kelley Stoltz evokes his heroes just a little too well, and this is maybe one of those; there’s an undeniably overwhelming Paul McCartney/Elvis Costello vibe to this song, but I love it despite the sense of deja vu and artifice (The line “Dinner’s ready/I hear mother call” strikes me as particularly fake, for some reason). It’s an amusingly precious thing, very short – which is nice; it doesn’t outstay its welcome – and with the integrity of something off the White Album, however you want to take that. It’s something that’ll stick in your head for awhile, and you won’t be entirely sure why.
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