The balance sheet ...

Here, fifties is there, and with it, the need to take stock is urgent. Of course, Mark Oliver Everett is a great anguish, a fade of the terminal depression, this report will not be well folichon everything has buggered my brave, and E. feels devilishly guilty of this. Girls he betrayed and lost, his family he did not beloved, in his life he has not lived well. Small talk, yes, certainly, but debited with sincerity rather simplistic yet agonizing that has always characterized the best productions of eels. So easy to be gently drawn into that silky gloom, to love this record for its cottony depression and finally comfortable enough, particularly since, at the end, well, Mark told it made him good, and it's go again. Good for you, Bro! We, we especially deplore the melodies of these "Cautionary Tales" are lazy, and this new album eels are difficult to distinguish from many of its predecessors, in quite the same spleen.