P.S. Eliot - Pink Sheets
I never gave Sadie enough of a chance, to be honest. I think I was turned off by the bizarre and bad production choices, turning the lead guitar and bass way, way down, while cranking the lead, vocals, and drums out of proportion and far up in the mix. It’s not muddled because there’s so much empty space that should be taken up by bass, so it just feels hollow.
Which is a shame, because these are the best songs Katie Crutchfield ever wrote, up until Cerulean Salt. They’re poppy, but don’t always follow standard melodic patterns. They’re simple, but with a sucker-punch lyrical wallop. And they’re catchy as all hell. It’s a shame P.S. Eliot were basically dead by the time it came out, but hey, at least Waxahatchee and Swearin’ have turned out to be worth it.