
Tennessee-born Jay Reatard 's sophomore solo album and Matador debut, Watch Me Fall , is a decidedly more melodic and pop-leaning album than Blood Visions without sacrificing the manic adrenaline-rush expected from Reatard's work. True to form, Reatard churns out song after song of perfectly constructed hook-filled, lo-fi poppy punk and makes it seem like it really could not be easier. Twelve short sharp songs, thirty-two minutes, not one second less than brilliantly captivating: the title of the album should be more along the lines of Watch Me Fall…No, [...]