Not quite sure where the Anne Frank thing fits into this, so if anyone can explain, I would appreciate it. All I know is that this is a one of the better lo-fi rock album for the 00s. Jeff Mangum's biggest gift is resonance; the songwriting is a bit obtuse and the guitar, while nothing to sniff at, aren't exactly going to get Neutral Milk Hotel into the next Guitar Hero game. At the same time, there's a stirring kind of melancholy consistently throughout the album. The ambient, shoegaze-esque noises enhance it, all shimmering and colorful. Many swear by this album as one of the classics of the decade, while others despise it. The truth is probably somewhere in the middle, skewered a bit toward the former. It's definitely something special, full of great songs worth checking out. Yet, aside from Pitchfork devotees, I don't know to whom I'd recommend it.
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