Reatard gets through his 13 energetic tracks in under half an hour and in doing so alerts the listener to his quick fix, DIY punk ethics. These ethics are also musically apparent in the earlier parts of the album, but become masked the further that the listener explores. That Reatard only released in 7" and that this is a later-day collection of those recordings tells us two things - that he is / was true to the underground stylings of his beloved punk genre, and that he is now branching from it, with the aim of commercial viability.
The sound is charismatically lo-fi, but equally tuneful. His staccato rhymes are cleverly laid over catchy guitars and drums, all of which allow the album to get under the skin. It is breathlessly exciting, and at times (Always Wanting More) he seems to duet with soaring guitar, which both recall the Strokes and also his seeming objective to achieve commercial success. The tracks are inherently well constructed with pop characteristics; there are sing-along choruses for goodness sake, which do bring to mind the shambolic sound of Supergrass, when they were good.
It has been suggested that the rather adept cover of Deerhunter's "Fluorescent Grey", which lies at the album's heart, splits his desire. Before it are the kitchen-sink punk numbers, after, a curious evolution into control. The introspective, acoustic tracks that close the album, such as "No Time" show that Reatard is a man of talent, and more than able to master understatement, as oppose to what one might assume, given his adopted moniker.
Reatard is no laureate lyricist, nor looker it must be said, but it can be said that at least his future is starting to look good.
EDIT: Jan 2010: RIP Mr Reatard.