Despite their early critical acclaim, I have remained blissfully ignorant of Yo La Tengo.
Lead vocals alternate between a disaffected woman and a nasal, adolescent-sounding guy.
The slow songs have a sparse, minimal drone, and the faster are dominated by a metallic clanging guitar. The whole effort is laden with pop references that are too smart by half, and I spent most of the album trying to figure where each phrase was stolen from. All rights reserved.