While there's a certain disconnect between the Matthew Dear at the helm of 2003's classic Leave Luck To Heaven and the thoroughly crossed-over Matthew Dear of today, reconciling the two doesn't require too much in the way of mental acrobatics: you can hear Dear's pop impulse rattling around behind..
remember seeing Matthew Dear doing his live pa in philly at silk city for about 20-30 people. way before he became a star. he was singing live, dressed in some old suit. tripping my balls off my thoughts were, jim morrison in 23rd century in some fucked up cowboy bepop reality been hooked since then