acetone gets lots of velvet underground comparisons, but this first record reminds me of neil young's zuma more than anything else. it's a hazy l.a. summertime swelter with low production values and lots of magic. lyrical references to the velvets, the wailers, and olivia newton john aren't witty, they just make you feel like you heard this record in a dream when you were a child. but you didn't. it's only a decade old. there's calculated genius, and then there's this kind, the zuma kind: put a few musical minds together and see what their influences create unconsciously. only groundbreaking records deserve 5 stars, but the first track alone, "come on", warrants at least 4. not groundbreaking, cindy is just beautiful.