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To me, listening to this record is like visiting an old friend. I don't always make the time to spend time with it, but when I do those moments are special. Modest Mouse went on to do bigger and better things than this in their career to be sure, but this has an energetic and youthful sensibility to it that they've never quite replicated since.

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This album blew up in , and I was a little late to it, but I've been incredibly impressed by its staying power. A wonderful example of a record becoming a sensation that also holds up as a wonderful artistic statement.

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Sharpen Your Teeth by Ugly Casanova. Favorite track: Barnacles. Travis Button. Travis Button Pleasantly surprising email I just received from Sub-Pop, and now this is in my collection! Looking forward to that wax, too. What a deal! Favorite track: Hotcha Girls. BionicGiblet th album purchased on bandcamp!

And what a record for the occasion. This album is interesting. At moments I want to say it is folky, easy-going, and down to earth; other times, Isaac is just as brutal and cryptic as ever.

Ranging from heartfelt acoustic numbers "Cat Faces" to outright bizarreness with grating vocals "Diamonds on the Face of Evil" , there's no doubt that the mood sometimes coincides with the enigmatic Graham. AllMusic relies heavily on JavaScript.

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Jazz Latin New Age. Aggressive Bittersweet Druggy. Energetic Happy Hypnotic. Romantic Sad Sentimental. Sexy Trippy All Moods. Drinking Hanging Out In Love. Introspection Late Night Partying. Rainy Day Relaxation Road Trip. None of this affected his magnum opus-- presumably because he was still hanging mostly with his druggy bandmates-- but Brock's solo debut as Ugly Casanova reeks of mental clarity, sacrificing the great philosophical lyrics of records past for pleasantly poetic, but never revelatory, subject matter.

But let's consider his company here: Deck-- producer of the last Modest Mouse album and the first installment of Brock's Ugly Casanova side project-- for all his culvert reverb and glistening, interstellar software tricks, strikes me immediately as a man who has either never ingested a poisonous mushroom in his life or has long since outgrown such leanings. Rutili's work with Califone is marked by its junkyard percussion and Budweiser Americana.

Jenkins sounds like he walks around in graveyards all day praying for inevitable death to just get it all over with. This is no company for abusing prescription tranquilizers. But maybe that's the purpose of this project, to step away from the pursuit of universal knowledge and convey a simpler desperation. Or maybe he just wanted a new cast of characters to collaborate with. And this is indeed a collaboration.

Though the songwriting-- which all members had a hand in, right down to the lyrics-- sounds unmistakably like Modest Mouse, you can hear the distinct marks of all the other players. It's initially evident on "Spilled Milk Factory," and later on "Pacifico," both of which feature clanging percussion and sparse background peripherals echoing Califone's Roomsound. The collaborative nature of Sharpen Your Teeth , of course, yields a few missteps, the worst of which stumbles backwards and breaks it neck: "Diamonds on the Face of Evil" is an awkwardly loping experiment in which Brock recites a few lines of nonsense padded with the ceaselessly hollered refrain of "shey shaw shey shaw!

There are some damn fine moments here, though.