i saw the sleepy jackson at the scala in london sometime between the release of this mini compilation and their debut lp, and was blown away by how bad they were. luke steele's delicate and quirky songs were obliterated by a stadium rock band who seemed more interesting in throwing rock star poses (the bass player in particular i remember) than doing the songs justice. oh well, at least we still have recordings like these.
released by mgm in 2000.
it's a telescope, with a mouse in it.