Exverclear was my favorite band growing up, but since So Much For The Afterglow their lyrics and music have changed dramatically. My hopes for a Everclear "return to form" were quickly diminished in this heap of turd.
Sharper, edgier, and more twisted than its predecessor, Vol. Two is like a throwback to Everclear's early days, before So Much for the Afterglow launched the Portland trio into the arena rock stratosphere.
While there are blips in all areas of life - the possible existence of Bigfoot, the rich and strange wildlife of Madagascar - few things cast more suspicion upon the whole survival-of-fittest concept than the continuing career of Everclear.