I had friends before I bought this album, now I have none. They all left after a few months of me running around place screaming 'I'm just your average Thundercats Ho' and 'We hate dance and we hate rap/but we like to contradict ourselves/that's a rap'. Actually, that's not true at all, but it wouldn't be a bad trade-off.
The fact is, despite, or more likely because of, its terrible production values, this album is listenable, fun, funny and at times moving. From the heady beginnings of 'Lucky No.9' through the tragicomic 'Nothing Comes Out' and the wonderful bad-taste of 'Who's Got the Crack', Kimya and Dawson demonstrate that rarest of all things -- a willingness to try something new.
The style of this album is characterised as anti-folk, but in fact the duo show a suprising willingness to dabble in any and all possible styles. There seems to have been some really enjoyment had in the recording of this record, and that really shows through. Though it's not musically flawless, or even musically accomplished, there isn't one point in this album where that matters. The fact is, this band have created a new sound that's as important and unique as and band before them. For that reason alone, this albums is worth buying.