I had to overcome two obstacles to wind up rather liking this: the excessively a.m. radio sound of the instrumentation and arrangements, and my prejudices about 'Father John Misty' himself, who I thought (in no small part due to the beard) was probably one of those irritating hipster bro types aiming to have his cake and eat it (sensitiveness and knowing irony). But in the end, whether or not the second of those in particular is a fair cop, I can forgive a fair bit for genuinely good tunes and there are plenty of them here. So I still feel conflicted, but I also kind of want to keep listening to I Love You, Honeybear.
