Initially the sound, whilst still Paisley in melodic construct, was somehow dirtier and more brooding than the other bands. Backed by the sparsity and simplicity of the extremely minimalist bass guitar riffs and drumming as a foundation, the noisy, bludgeoning lead guitar work of Karl Pecoda's would compete for attention with Steve Wynn's rhythm guitar to such an extent that tracks such as the title track, Then She Remembers (see below) and Definitely Clean would usually explode out of the traps before finishing with even more energy, rather than being coerced around the track using pretty things as the incentive, like so many of the other bands in the movement preferred.
Then there was Wynn himself who was the archetypal pop culture villain who everyone loved to love. As snotty and moody with the press as he was in his songwriting, Wynn never bothered to try and hide the fact that he was in thrall of the vocal style of Lou Reed from the Velvet Underground and such a style only added to the strange allure that he had. He may not have been popular among those that placed an emphasis on matters as trivial as popularity, but to various sub-cultures on both sides of the pond he was a kind of pre-Morrissey, Morrissey figure...all pomp, circumstance and ridiculous thought provoking opinion which he issued with wanton abandon.
I have to admit I am something of a Steve Wynn fanboy and would probably buy a brussel sprout at an auction if I thought he had looked at some point in the 80's and although he has produced some fine music in subsequent times, nothing has eclipsed the brilliance of this album...yet.
Steve Wynn Website