I'm starting to think that Rock & Roll was only really perfected one time. The Stones didn't do it, and I'm definitely not talking about fucking Sgt. Pepper. It's here, somewhere on that grayscale roof. It's that snort you hear seconds before that Kiss cover kicks off, and that turnaround at the end of "Androgynous" that hits me every time like a flung filing cabinet or something. These songs come to me when I'm least expecting, and most in need. Late nights listening to the crushing sound of an answering machine. Walking crowded blocks to "Seen Your Video" and feeling okay no matter what the situation. It's hard to imagine that Paul Westerberg had every intention of cutting the tracks like "Gary's Got a Boner" out if he didn't have to keep Bob Stinson entertained. It's that carelessness, that recklessness, juxtaposed with explosive sensitivity... dissatisfaction. It's powerful. Beyond powerful. 10/10
What can I say? This could just as well be their discography. Eleven magic tracks, that sounds like they've been recorded by eleven totally different bands. This album is not only very good and diverse, but also essentially - ahead of its time. And it still is ahead of its time today. Magnificent album.