This came out in 1999 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Talk about eerily prophetic — barely a month after releasing this solo album, Thrush Hermit singer Joel Plaskett had to bow out of the band’s farewell tour due to undisclosed health problems.
However, the vocalist maintains this rustic, introspective offering’s medical title and theme were inspired by the recent death of his grandfather, a doctor. Either way, it’s a touchingly personal affair, eschewing Thrush Hermit’s riff-rock power for solemn, downtempo ballads that ruminate on love, death and loss with a magnificent, unvarnished beauty that suggests John Lennon, Wilco and Randy Newman. It’s a bittersweet pill that ultimately holds the cure for what ails you.
