Sasha Frere-Jones, on his New Yorker blog:
Key albums from the early nineties have grown in power, like "Loveless," by My Bloody Valentine (about to be reissued in a remastered version overseen by the bandleader, Kevin Shields), but most of Pavement's catalog hasn't - except for "Slanted." The album moves like a bicycle loaded with bright, overstuffed bags, weaving along, close to the curb. The guitars are jumped-up and plasticy; the melodies are gorgeous; and Malkmus's abstractions are rooted in something more urgent than the adolescent desire to razz. If there was one reason so many people saw Jesus in Pavement's toast, "Slanted" is probably it.
To be honest, I was weaned on "Wowee Zowee", but I will take any Pavement record. I read jazz in the above, to razz, a typo perhaps, and I got that immeadiately. One of the things I've always loved about Pavement is their sense of randomness. Hang out with me enough and you'll figure it out pretty quickly.
And just a word on the title: I always get "Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain" confused with "Slanted and Enchanted". Never again.