Magnificently barmy indie-opera from NY's squabbling Friedbergers
With 2002's Shiny Things, the Sacramento quartet seemed to have lost the pizzazz that made predecessor Weightless such an unfettered, sardonic joy, frontman/songwriter Rusty Miller's lyrical suss seemingly having lost its bite. Thankfully, here he's back on form, an acute diarist of smalltown suffocation, whether he's daydreaming of Stevie Nicks ("When We Get Together"), making out in the bushes ("Adventures Galore") or jacking off in a hotel room ("Charlie Watts Is God").
Whichever way you slice it, this is a banker. Langford's recent rollicksome rip-'em-ups with The Waco Brothers are among his most inspired, while Toronto's largely unheralded Sadies, led by brothers Travis and Dallas Good, are modern roots-rock's best kept secret, tripping all switches from surf and chicken-scratch country to garage, psychedelia and Morricone twang.
