An odd choice to stretch my limbs to, but the repetitive, moody acoustic arpeggios, so simple in construction, actually did well.
I bought this LP in 1997; the 17-year old me had no idea about the levels of loss explored here, but over the years I've dug stylus after stylus through these grooves, and rank this among the finest of 'genuine pain' records (along with Big Star's Third, for example, as opposed to records with a manufactured pain).