Common consensus will tell you that Pacer is a half-hearted affair, that Kim Deal had lost the plot & was running on auto-pilot, that it's a mediocre effort at best. As is so often the case, common consensus is completely WRONG. Pacer is a blast from start to finish, it's superior to a couple of The Breeders' LPs, & at LEAST one of the Pixies'. Yes, I really did just say that. It's rough, it's hoarse, it's falling apart at the seams, & it's probably hungover... but it's fantastic. Stumbling 'round Dayton, lugging a 6-pack from basement to basement, a battered 4-track under it's arm & a cig perpetually on the go, Pacer (still) sounds like the morning after the best party you've ever been to. What's surprising, perhaps, is how accessible an album it is - every song has at least one massive hook scrawled across it in thick black marker, albeit obscured by a crumb-festooned shroud of 5 o'clock shadow & sleep dirt. For me, the only disappointment is that Kim chickened out & didn't record it entirely on her own, as originally intended. No matter, it's still 10 times better than any Frank Black solo LP you're likely to hear, & you'll play it 100 times more too. Soooo... where's my other shoe?