How do I put this delicately? This is everything that Custard promised to be but never were. Like: witty (not tacky), melodic (not tacky), beautifully written (not tacky)...you get the idea. Proving that he just may be Australia's answer to Steve Malkamus, this covers all bases from mellowed out ballads to fuzzed up pop-punk and does it so damn well that I'm almost tempted to go back and re-listen to those old Custard albums. Almost...