This band pretty much answers the question “What if the Presidents of the United States of America were actually a really good band?” Not that the Presidents aren’t alright, but with the exception of “Stranger” on their eponymous debut, there was never a hint of poignancy in their often gimmicky songs. Well, in Clem Snide, you’ll find the same coy sense of humor, minus the gimmickry, plus a great sense of sadness from frontman Eef Barclay, who’s also has a voice exactly the President’s frontman.

A truly transcendent album. It seems to come from another planet that I feel like I've been to before.