The perfectly titled, fifth album from this San Diego outfit is made of thrillingly foreboding, sternly rich yet sublimely starry stuff. Were Greg Dulli to join a hybrid of The Bad Seeds and Calexico and perform at some forlorn, haunted dancehall full of drunken fuck-ups, this might be their soundtrack. Menacing, yes, but also magical.
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