Be Your Own Pet – Get Damaged EP
Seriously? these songs were banned from the American release of their last album? Doesn’t that make total sense for a Major in these parts? I can just see the boardroom discussion: “Well, there’s these three songs, and they’re really catchy, maybe the best three songs on the album, but the lyrics seem a little scary. They’re about girls punching other girls and stuff like that. I mean if it was about Hos and Bros, or date rape, or getting drunk and getting it on I would be totally down with that, but this chick that’s singing sounds mean. That sort of scares me, so let’s take these songs off the album, O.K.?”

Mudcrutch – Mudcrutch
Tom Petty revives his first band to record the album they never got around to making. Is it the most rockin’-est, swingin’-est Petty has recorded in years? You bet it is! Is it exciting and interesting to listen to? With the exception o “Lover On The Bayou” you bet it ain’t. It’s kind of like if Uncle Tupelo had waited until after Anodyne to record No Depression. For fans only.

Human Highway – Moody Motorcycle
The dude from Islands mines his inner country indie-pop muse and comes back with an album of enjoyable, if slightly slight, tunes. Whispered vocals, sharply mellow beats, and minimal instrumententation mark the majority of the tunes. In fact, as the album went on I started to think of the band as being sonically akin to a laid back version of Fountains Of Wayne. If that sounds up your alley, check ‘em out.

Smoking Popes – Stay Down
If you don’t live in Chicago, you probably have no idea how much love the Smoking Popes receive. We like them way better than Alkaline Trio, The Pumpkins, Fall Out Boy, or Kill Hannah. Face it, the Caterer brother rule. So I was excited when they got the band back together and got Josh to sing about heartbreak again, instead of God (though I guess it can be argued God is in every heartbreak, but this is a music review, not a theology discussion).

So how does their first album in 10 years stack up against our sentimental memories? Pretty well! I’d say a number of the tunes would have benefited by  sticking to the under 3-minute rule, but I’m willing to let that go in the face of how much fun I just had listening to the band bash it out again.

Seabird – Till We See The Shore
More grand British-sounding rock and/or roll performed by Yanks. The thing about these bands is they all mix Travis and  Oasis into their sound to create such a populist melange that it’s difficult to ascertain any actual personality within the songs. At the same time, I like an urgent stadium rocker or over-the-top anthem just as much as the next cat, so Seabird does scratch a particular itch rather well. But they don’t really satisfy that itch, which leads one to not linger over their songs past a certain finite shelf-life.

Valient Thorr – Immortalizer
Yaaaaargh! Metal! Sweaty! Loud! Stinky! Balls-out! Waaaah! Too much metal for just one fist! Not too fucking shabby, actually. I mean, it is what it is. It ain’t groundbreaking, but it stays tight while still knowing how to swing.

Brett Anderson – Wilderness
I loved Suede. Honest I did. I worshiped Brett Anderson. So it pains me to describe this album as it is: the dude from Suede sings a bunch of incredibly mediocre , melodramatic, and maudlin ballads. Why, Brett, why?!

Be Your own Pet photo from their Myspace
Smoking Popes photo from their MySpace

Surprise of the Day >>>> The Kills (pictured)

What a fest. It never ceases to get me giggling with pleasure. We must first pour a bit of malt liquor on the curb for the dearly departed Chip Midnight and then report on the day that was…..

Go to World of Wumme for the full dispatch.

I’ve loved the band’s output, but always felt it was missing that one extra little magical ingredient to launch them from being great to truly terrific. When I saw them play live a few months ago that extra spark manifested itself in spades and I realized that not only were they gonna catch up to their hype, they were bound to surpass it.

They’ve lost a bit of the ’67 Pink Floyd freneticism that drew me to them in the first place, but they’ve replaced it with an alarmingly mature grasp of rhythm and dynamics. They’ve launched past my sonic expectations and delivered a (proper) sophomore album that sounds like it was crafted with a band with decades of experience instead of the handful of years the Mystery jets have actually been active.