I listened to this album five times today. Not because I love it, but because I like it very much. It’s all so fucking balmy. I tried – oh how I tried – to dismiss it as just sounding like “a preppier Mac DeMarco,” or a “lukewarm Cass McCombs.” But John kept hitting me with his completely unaffected writing and sun-french-kissed instrumentals. Love For the Underdog is so cohesive and well-considered it almost has its own philosophy. Like the most honest worldviews, it is not elucidated, but felt. Felt deep and warm. By under promising and over delivering, John and his fictional band found the right vessel for a fall-off-the-bone tender artistry.
A favourite: ‘Walking Under My Loves Ladders’