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If you think too much early-’90s dream-pop lacked backbone, this is the disc for you. More circular melodies than all Creation, matched to honest-to-goodness beats and lyrics as spiteful as they come: “I hate lovers/I hate the way they go to the bathroom/In shifts/After they’ve fucked.” —Leonard Roberge