Agreed @rabidfish. Be humble about your looks.

Album Rating: 4.0

listened to this today, it's probably my AOTY so far but it really should end after the title track.

Album Rating: 4.5

lolno

Album Rating: 4.5

I've been checking out new music like crazy this year - usually multiple albums a week. I keep returning to this Stella Donnelly album. It's like a comfort album that happens to have some heavy lyrics. The album will likely make my top 5 of the year along with (also most likely) Thom Yorke's ANIMA, Laura Stevenson's The Big Freeze, Lady Lamb's Even in the Tremor, and Andrew Bird's My Finest Work Yet. I feel like my favorites this year are albums that are simply very listen-able. I like them from first song to last even if they aren't always the new Pitchfork-approved sound in innovation and style. Stella Donnelly is a good example of an album I'm really liking now and can see myself liking for years to come. To anyone else that also likes the album, I recommend listening to some of Stella's full concerts on YouTube. She's both precious and surprisingly funny. For example, after starting a song out of tune, she stops and says something along the lines of, "I'm going to do something very, very special for all of you tonight. Are you ready? I'm going to actually play this song in tune." Then she happily restarts the song. I just love her. Lastly, in response to someone's previous comment that the album is great except it should end with the title track... I see why you would say that. The title track is really good, and the three songs that follow are more low-key. Ending with the title track would give the album a strong close. However, I personally like all three of the songs after the title track. "U Owe Me" sounds like a pretty French song that happens to be about an unpleasant topic. I like "Watching Telly." Just a good song. "Face It" sounds like a soft lullaby. Not a big, bold way to end the album, yet it's lovely sounding, and Stella's vocals on it are nice.

Review is downright arrogant and stupid. The perfect little nazi who has no brains but copy paste the propaganda to feel confident, powerful and superior and this without adding any thought to it because why thinking when you can look right and progressive without any effort ?

When you start with this: "sit. paw. lie down. roll over. don't touch me without consent. GOOD BOY"
AKA "Men are dogs." you forbid yourself from making any comment on sexism or how men behave towards women or anything, you've announced yourself as exactly what you denounce.

Fire this staff immediatly.

did you just call someone a nazi, but then demand for them to be fired because of their words?

Album Rating: 4.0

lol i'm just picturing that guy seething and punching holes in the wall while reading this review while listening to nada surf

Album Rating: 4.0

this is probably the album that grew off me the hardest tbh

Album Rating: 1.5

Lol aside from those crayons this is the worst thing I put in my ears this year

dogy

white'nt'd've'ly'yaint'nt'ed'ies's'y'es

liked the instrumentals and her singing, the message, though her accent and some lyrics are a bit "we get it, you're Australian", but it's okay cause she's from Perth.

Album Rating: 4.5

honestly it's a refreshing change sometimes to hear someone sing without dialing down their accent

Album Rating: 3.0

This is quite good, nice diversity and strong lyrics. Wish I had found it earlier in the year.

Album Rating: 4.0

@kevin just saw this comment but Agree with you 100% dude don't worry i've got your back

Lmao

Album Rating: 4.5

all these pious FUCKS taking from the '99

Album Rating: 4.5

ill straight up fight anyone who complains about her accent

Album Rating: 4.0

I listened to this a ton over the holidays, Watching Telly is the hightlight for me, Seasons Greetings & Old Man close seconds, but the album jams beginning to end

Album Rating: 3.0

Kevin's comment gave me a good chuckle.

See her live if you can I know she's got some US dates comin up. Such a fun show, the energy she brings to the tunes is infectious.