There's a reason a poster of this album's cover appears in Bret Easton Ellis's
Less Than Zero -- this album is cynical, bordering on angry, littered with aimlessness, induced by drugs and booze, and serves as an almost premonition of the feelings or lack thereof that teens would possess 5 years later, which embody the purposefully near-empty characters of said novel.
Hell, the name of the book was snatched from a title of a song from
My Aim Is True (and the forthcoming sequel takes its name from the title of another Costello album itself,
Imperial Bedroom).
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And "Shot With His Own Gun" is just too fucking good.