Just kill me now. Everything Mike Kinsella does is perfect, New Leaves is no different. I adore him. It's a sick satisfying sadness I get while listening to Owen. I like this album, even though it's kinda lovey-dovey.
I'm in a terribly sad mood. I want to type more about this record, it deserves more, but I just can't do it. Curling up in my bed and listening to Owen until I pass out.
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