Nearly 30 years into a career that includes stints fronting beloved dream-pop outfits Galaxie 500 and Luna, Dean Wareham has finally released a solo album. The singer-guitarist's trademark slow, rhythmic chug and wry worldview are both here, as appealing as ever, and Jim James' warm production renders these songs the equivalent of cozy Danish modern furniture – all clean lines and earth tones. Wareham does a lot of looking back in his lyrics, and at times the vibe tips from languid grace to a torpid kind of melancholy. But even if Dean Wareham isn't quite the sound of an artist shaking loose, its consolidation of strengths is something to admire.
From The Archives Issue 1204: March 13, 2014