In my late teens/early twenties I was a giant Posies fan. This probably says more about what a callow beta-male I was as a young man than it does about The Posies, but I will still find myself rushing to their defense. Sure the "you were an idiot to get married so young" didactics of Dear 23 now seems preachy and stilted, but Frosting on the Beater remains a glistening gem of power pop.
The Posies solo careers have not been as fulfilling as some fans might have hoped. Like many successful song writing partnerships, the dissolution sheds greater insight into why the partnership worked. Ken Stringfellow, who always seemed the angrier, punkier one, has since moved to Paris and puts out 70's AM Gold records that sound basically like Todd Rundgren albums. Jon Auer, on the other hand, seems to have shelved his experimental side and puts out perfectly nice albums of sub-Big Star power pop. His albums definitely hew closer to The Posies style, but without Stringfellows acid tongue and golden harmonies, they mostly seem a bit lackluster.
This song is no different.
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