Everclear: So Much for the Afterglow (Capitol)
Chuck Eddy, Spin, November 1997
A DECADE AGO, I pushed my toddler son's stroller through Ann Arbor, Michigan, where marijuana was almost legal and even adults dressed like college students. Suspicious of parental guidance, proto-grunge Kinko's slackers dished out enough uncomprehending stares to turn me against college-radio smugness forever and recognize the nuclear-familial virtues in the suburban Top 40 I'd long abandoned.
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