First released in 2001, this re-issue of Acid is its first vinyl pressing. To recap, Lewis has illustrated album covers for Moldy Peaches, published articles, and lectured at universities. His anti-folk punk, lo-fi brand of tunes mixes Neil Young with Beck’s ironic lyrics. Both laugh-out-loud irresistible and vulnerable, Lewis can fall into that love him or leave him category. His laundry list of unfortunate endings wrought in acoustic guitar includes the classic, “The Chelsea Hotel Oral Sex Song.” If you haven’t heard this painfully sweet ode to a girl he ran into briefly outside that famous hotel, you ought to. Some say his woe-is-me shtick becomes grating, but for me, his disheveled blues are like a salve. Recommended.
–Kristen K (Don Giovanni, dongiovannirecords.com)