Matching Mole is one of the best album covers ever, a sweet opening track attempting to meld naivete and sophisticated self-awareness, a disarmingly modern sounding song called Instant Pussy (!), and artsy jams which may or may not begin to bore the shit out of the listener as they jam on. For those who lose their shit to boredom when hearing Wyatt's band jam away, the only way to really appreciate Matching Mole is on vinyl, gazing at the cover's best-album-cover-ever-ness and only playing the first side but who knows where to get that. I'd say it's directionless but maybe that's the point. I'm off to listen to Rock Bottom.
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