As any critic will tell you, the hardest review to write is one that you don't really care about. So when confronted with the latest of the anti-folk bumper crop, post-Moldy Peaches, by the lackluster Jeffrey Lewis, I found myself with very little to say, and many blank pages for discussing an album sold to me with the snake oil descriptor that it was "[Roky] Erickson himself chain-sawing apart Lou Reed's Transformer". (Looks like I'll never trust Uncut again.) For that simple reason, I decided to revert to Lewis' other artistic medium, that of a comic book artist, and critique his album in a form he might be more comfortable with-- with certain songs from his second album on Rough Trade given an impressionistic rendering. Many thanks to Cole Johnson of Sleepover Comics for providing the ink.