Mark Kozelek used to be in Red House Painters, a folk band created in 1989. I know of the name but have never checked out their back catalogue. Instead I got into Kozelek a bit late, very late through his Sun Kil Moon project after stereogum.com praised this album.
This shit's lovely. It's a biggie of 17 songs and he sings about his cats, his old tours, England sucking, getting in through the door and having backache. It's a songwriters album about songwriting. When I listen to it, I smell the seasons. It's comforting without being dull, spellbinding without being fantastical. The instrumentation is stellar. Listen to it, he's a legend and not a bell-end.
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