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From the downtrodden labyrinth described as the happy parts of Chicago, comes a less than mysterious symbol of modern America. Idealistically speaking, Timmy Gleason is a blend of honest, straight-forward pop and hypocrisy.

While there are subtle hints of ambition, the cataclysmic scent of progressive Myxalodian Country eventually dispels any hope of fulfilment.

Adhering to folk pop punk metal standards, his record spins clockwise. Understandably benign and irresistibly eclectic, he garners strength by answering critics and answers critics by gardening. Following doctor’s orders, the sophomore effort shows its teeth, but only for a second or two.

The gritty ballad defies savvyness and ignites madness, and then it returns home to do it all over again. Fortunately. A 9 out of 10 mark underscores the mid-tempo plodding of a 1970s-era Zimmerman. Unfortunately. There is nothing new except a convincing album with eccentric meandering and drab, excessive atmospherizing.