Chris Bell's departure meant Alex Chilton was pretty much free to write an album without Chris Bell's influence (though bassist Andy Hummel makes more contributions than before). Wow, does it make a difference. Big Star still make the pop music as infectious as they ever have, but this time, the sound is pretty different. Messy, inspired, ragged, horny, drugged-up, fucked up, schizophrenic, bummed out, american slacker rock / pop conceived of well before anyone thought it might exist. And Alex Chilton's finest hour. He sings like a bird and plays guitar like the devil. There's no filler, just an unparalleled set of chiming, Beatlesy songs about cars and girls, underscored by a growing tension that gets more apparent with each successive listen.