I’m not sure how much fanfare there will be in regards to Hutch Harris‘ solo LP, his first post-Thermals release, but I’m going to give him some love. The songs on Only Water are as catchy as anything Hutch kicked out with his old outfit, but the whole album is charmingly underdone, production-wise. It gives the whole thing this DIY aesthetic that reminds me a lot of Ted Leo’s Tyranny of Distance. Maybe it’s because I came of age with the Thermals, and I’m nostalgically listening in on one of its key songwriters, but I think if you listen through its entirety, you’ll find that Hutch still has that incredible gift we all appreciate. I know I sure as fuck do.