I just summed up my thoughts on Feist’s new album, The Reminder, in a par­en­thet­i­cal sen­tence over at Peanut But­ter Words. Is mil­que­toast total­ly in this year? I’m glad Mike’s polling the elec­torate because I’m find­ing myself express­ing my dis­like for Feist in hushed tones as though I’m an ear­ly Chris­t­ian wor­ried about being pun­ished under Roman law.

[Full dis­clo­sure: Mike and I had a back and forth about his the­sis ear­li­er tonight. Let’s say Newsweek — and not Pitch­fork — near­ly brought me to pur­chase a Lucin­da Williams record dur­ing my ten­der col­lege years. Lat­er, I found myself “appre­ci­at­ing” Steve Ear­le because future uncles-in-law did. Per­haps I’ve said too much.]

I should men­tion that this was inspired by Liz Colville’s suc­cinct review of The Reminder at Sty­lus. You can read her blog here.