Rare is the album that simultaneously sounds like a bracing debut and the lived-in work of a grizzled guy who’s been around the block a few times. But this brilliantly bleary, restlessly free-roaming collection of songs from local music veteran Greg Lyon feels both fresh and familiar: an unburdening of pent-up impulses that bubbled and scraped during his days spent in stylistically divergent local bands such as Pending Disappointment, Kipper Tin, and the Beatings, among others.
“I don’t want to hear songs about love,’’ Lyon sings sourly on the brusque, Bob Mould-ian “Trainwreck,’’ a brisk dart through a ’90s indie-rock playbook of clotted guitars and rehearsal-space production. “I want to hear about the bad times and nights in the ruts.’’ And so we do, over the course of a record whose hours for bruised reflection seem to hover somewhere around 3 or 4 a.m. Or, in the case of the hungover haze of the title track, a few hours later, after the “flask has turned up empty’’ amid the stagger-step of a saloon piano and Lyon’s foggy J Mascis-meets-Grandaddy croak.
Best-laid plans curdling into bitter memories (“What Have We Come To’’); better days deserting nowhere towns (“Industrial Park’’); and a resigned regard for a palpable, if melodically pretty, malaise (“Lying to Myself’’) are just a few of the cheerful topics under consideration here. Sounds about right for 4 a.m. in Poughkeepsie — or anywhere else for that matter.
— Jonathan Perry, the Boston Globe
MDRF019 | DEC 2010| 41:30 | FULL LENGTH CD
02.Breaking Their Own Spines
03.Nowhere Near Poughkeepsie
05.What Have We Come To
08.Lying To Myself
10.You Watch Me Sway
11.The Best Of Times
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