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This disc is a batch of fuzzed-out rock and acoustic balladeering with a sound that could only have come out of the Pacific Northwest, like a rural grunge Elliott Smith or a less-punk Nirvana (including a slight flavor of late Beatles). The Graze is one Seattle guy who plays all the instruments and does all his own recording and he does a good job, and this seems like a pretty heartfelt affair, so I give him full props for that. However, this has a kind of sound that I don't really dig, and this album didn't make me change my mind about that. The only track on here that I really enjoyed is a pretty song titled "Filler", funnily enough. Oh well. (mike.01.05)
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