With three months left in 1999, American Football have released what I can
safely say is the best album of 1999.


From the opening clatter that sounds reminiscent of the intro to Pavement's
"Terror Twilight", to the Wurlitzer organ at the end, the only word that
can describe this album is perfection.


Very rarely have I heard three instruments mesh as well as they do on this
album. The quick strumming of the guitar complements the slow and
methodical plod of the bass. They both, in turn, complement rhythm of the
drums.


Mike Kinsella's vocals ring out and hit you in the heart, even though they
are sometimes not at the forefront of the mix.


I bought this CD last night at the Superchunk/Rainer Maria show last night
in Champaign, IL, and I have been completely unable to stop listening to it. 


This is a pretty short review for something that I am proclaiming as the
album of the year, I know. But there is nothing more that I can say except
that it is indie rock perfection. The best album of 1999. Yadda, yadda, yadda.


Oh, and after listening to this, you'll realize which member of the
Kinsella family got a disproportionately large amount of talent.


Run, don't walk, to your local indie record store and demand this disc. It
will be one thing you will not regret.