If I hear one of the songs from this album on the radio, it always sounds fantastic. The arrangements and production lift the sound above the swathe of anonymous rock radio. But if you listen to a lot of it in one go, it's like eating a packet of pear drops: the first one or two are great, but they immunise your palate so you can't taste the third and fourth so well, and by the seventh you've had more than enough.
M and I went to see Mercury Rev at the Sheffield Octagon in May 1999, and I think it was a similar experience. I don't remember very much of the gig, except them standing quite still behind their dark glasses. We were going to go when the encores started, but I said, "Can we just wait to see if they do a Neil Young song?", and sure enough Cortez the Killer was next.
 MusicBrainz entry for this album
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