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):
Young artists embrace the latest fads. More experienced types — like longtime scenester Damon Hill — know trends come and go, but good songs have a shelf life.
So, on this 11-track sophomore album from his latest incarnation of No Deluxe Nothing, Hill doesn’t worry about trying to ride the cutting edge. He just does what he does best: Deliver solidly crafted alt-rock anchored by punchy post-grunge grooves, driven by his crunchy guitar swirls and topped by melancholy, plaintive vocals a la Billy Corgan. And in doing so, he ends up with a disc that has more staying power than all this year’s trendy flashes in the pan.
