This came out in 2004 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Sometimes you don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Especially when Bobby Bare Jr. — aka roots-rock’s most hopeless romantic — is on the mic.
Whether he’s confessing to killing his Valentine, trying to borrow your girlfriend or wallowing in the indignities of the music biz, Bare’s cringe-inducing tales make your own life seem charmed. But not nearly as charming as the ’60s orch-pop overtones Bare incorporates on these 12 beautifully offkilter cuts, marking the new boundaries of his increasingly distinctive, idiosyncratic songcraft. You can’t help but love that.
