Acetone's third proper album finds the trio sinking deeper into a well of despair, with nothing but sparse guitar pickings, cracked vocals, and shambling rock figures to help. After the group picked up a rootsy bent on the 1995 mini-LP I Guess I Would, they seemed too timid to even imagine the up-tempo rock songs of their debut, when that was the one thing that worked for them. The tracks on Acetone seem barely thought through, and the hopelessly out-of-tune vocals by Richie Lee (not to mention the haphazard harmonies of Mark Lightcap) come across as calculatingly folksy.
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AllMusic Review by John Bush