Mein Problem, dass sein persönliches Auftreten immer schlechter von seiner Musik zu trennen ist, findet sich übrigens auch in der Pitchfork-Rezension wieder:
[…]Kozelek noticed that the stupid things he’d been prone to saying for many years (what has been described as a „sense of humor“) could have a life outside the concert hall, from calling concertgoers „hillbillies“ to picking fights with other bands. And two, in the last five years Kozelek’s music has become diaristic in the extreme, which allows the mundane details of his life to enter his songs, lending them a bloggy quality. At times, these two streams came together in an ugly way, as when he wrote and released a single called “War on Drugs: Suck My Cock“ and, more recently, when he disparaged a female journalist (and Pitchfork contributing editor) from the stage in London. The end result of these developments is that it’s becoming increasingly difficult to imagine Sun Kil Moon’s music outside of how it, and he, are discussed on social media. And since Mark Kozelek’s music is so specifically autobiographical, and because he is the central character in each of these songs, it’s doubly hard for his behavior not to have some impact.
Danke auch Dir, Irrlicht. Bin gespannt, wie andere hier die betreffende Zeile verstehen. Dass das Album ordentlich polarisiert, ist in jedem Fall so angelegt. Ich tue Kozelek aber gern den Gefallen und echauffiere mich. 
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Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to exit the donut!