Pop's bubble was meant to be popped

This song holds so much of what I'm about today. It is so o o , close to everything you've heard, but is in egregious error on a few fronts: the tenor of whatever the singing version of sarcasm is, the sick accordion pumping flatly in the back. There is an overconfession in the sound, like a drunk confessing too much at a party, the type of sounds that rivers cuomo would later disown in Entertainment Magazine. These push the song over the limits of fashion. these are the faults that make it beautiful.

Beat the Devil is unfortunately broken, and I only came across them just last week.

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Beat the Devil-- Shine in Exile