In many ways this album strikes me as more of a piece of outsider art than what we normally think of as an album. There are not many, if any, concessions to pop here. Starting with the production, which sounds as if it were recorded on home analog equipment. Levels fluctuate within individual tracks, there is background noise. The music itself is frequently out of tune or off key. The opening track features handclaps that go in & out of rhythm.
The thing is, in spite of all that, this is a strangely compelling album. There's a real sense of creativity at play. A sense that Banhart just had to express himself so badly that the technical aspects of the recording really weren't important.
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