Wasn’t really blown away by the last release I heard on this label, and when I found out it was just gonna be one guy and a guitar singing songs with titles like “Heroin in Hollywood,” I was pretty much ready to route the disc to my local used prerecorded music emporium and construct the review via randomly-chosen pieces of magnetic poetry. Catholic guilt forced me to listen to at least the first few songs, however, whereupon—curiously—I found I quite enjoyed the bountiful one-man acoustic/electric lamenting that this disc had to offer. At its best, it sounds like an unlikely and well-produced slush of Billie Joe Armstrong, the Exploding Hearts, and “Me and Julio Down by the School Yard.” At its worst, it also sounds like that. I listened to this disc twice now, and that’s two times more than my original plan. Tasty victory to you, Mr. Sinn! BEST SONG: “Don’cha Get It.” WORST SONG TITLE: “Boston Song.” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: This gentleman appears to have a ukulele on his wall!