More Adventurous deserves to be remembered as the ultimate anti-love album of the early aughts, not because it rails with rage or sobs uncontrollably in heartbreak, but for the way it embraces the futility of precious love, laughs under its breath at the ways relationships can ruin our lives in subtle everyday ways, quietly rejects the institution that is marriage.

As a teenager, I could connect to these songs on an emotional level, but now in my 20s (around the same age as the members of Rilo Kiley when they penned these lyrics), I can understand their intricacies more sharply. Listening from a suburban basement, I mined these songs for the quippy one-liners and unshakeable hooks. I still think those are fine reasons to love a song. But it’s only now that I can fully understand their complexity and the emotional vulnerability it takes to spill out your insides like this.
— on the 10-year anniversary of Rilo Kiley’s More Adventurous, i reflected on the album for stereogum  (via lizpelly)

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