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When this first got posted way back in RSRCH DATE PSE ED [No - Ed.], it got a little lost in a FeatFlurry™. It deserves its own post and something in the way of elucidatory exegesis, seein' as how I left it up to youse bums last time, which was in retrospect a grievous mistake, on account which the subtle irony of the title got lost.

What we have here is a post-Lowell collection most of which could have skidded sideways onto a primo Feat album without causing conniption fits (and all of which is way better than Dog Races). It's subtitled The Best Of The Shaun Murphy Years, see - yet there are no Shaun Murphy songs on it!

*pause* 

She makes a peripheral appearance as a swell back-up singer, but she's otherwise been kicked to the curb to no appreciable detrimental effect. The band needed a fat blues shouter (of any sex or body mass, I'm nothing if not inclusive, so quit yer woke whining) like SUITABLE SIMILE HERE PSE ED. [How about "blow it out yer ass, Farq?" - Ed.], and this one was foisted on the rhythm section without prior discussion or approval. Barrere and Payne just pulled the tarp off and said voilà! Our new singer! Gee whiz.

They didn't need a new singer at all after Lowell registered his dissatisfaction with the band's new direction by being dead. They didn't need dull boy bible-sniffer Craig Fuller either. They should have had confidence in what they had and what they could do, which was ample and beaucoup. Granting Fred Tackett EMBED SUITABLE IMAGE AT LEFT PSE ED [I quit, and fuck you - Ed.] full membership privileges was necessary and right and enough.

If you kind of wandered away to the bar during the all-too brief fifteen years Shaun was onstage, you can wander back. Thrill anew to some First Tier Feat that maybe got lost in the shuffle. I guarantee you won't want to lift the tone arm at any point while this (unfeasibly long) elpee album is spinning on th' Consolette. By turns thrilling, weird, adventurous, beautiful, and funky as a back seat bong water douche, Jackalope Jesus should be part of any serious collection of anything.

 

Or, you know, listen to Shaun Murphy! Nobody cares!

 

 

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