Nichols’ muse is a bizarre pop/outsider hybrid, recalling everyone from Tracey Trance to Big Star at various moments. The songs are sweet nuggets of form, transmuted by itchy fingers into something both more and less than pop-tongue-aktion. The arrangements can be nearly straight (as on the sweet Ya La Tengo-ism of “A Trip”), slightly off (“Stay at Home”’s evocation of Peabody-era Chilton) or sound like a boll weevil from the cast of Godspell covering Jad Fair (“Girls Don’t Like Guys In Bands Anymore”). Swallowed whole, the album will make your throat feel a little odd, but not in a truly unpleasant way.
Indeed, some doctors somewhere are almost certain to prescribe it as a tonic. So you might as well get ahead of the curve and slurp through it today.
– Byron Coley, 2014
Grapey Room available on Hidden Temple Tapes edition of 50 !