Through numbly whispered vocals and mushy mellow vibes, Alex Izenberg & the Exiles attempt to distill from 1970s radio rock the elixir of heartbreak and its philosophical innards, mindfully administering the pharmakon of despair here and there: inexorable solitude and oneiric unveilings of being; emotional parallaxes of all sorts; love as a function of time and time as a function of love; and the good old fear of death . . .
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