If you already know Tim as well as I did, this mix is a revelation: Phantom riffs emerge from the ether, once-muted drums sound stadium-sized, Paul Westerberg's singing is often (if not always) understandable.
When we fall in love with an album, we often become affectionate toward maybe even defensive of its imperfections. But Tim is a special case: The original album sounded thin, compressed and distant, as though the band were playing on the other end of a kid's string-and-tin-can telephone. It was hardly the best way to present these songs.
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