We're Tired of Waiting

My Morning Jacket - Evil Urges.

This is not hammock music. This isn't music for that backyard barbecue, or that fishin' you were planning on doing down by the creek. This is some slinky, sinister shit that's going to be stuck to the dancefloor when the lights come on. It's what plays in your head when you open the doors into sunlight after being in the bar all morning.

It's funny. Fleet foxes swept in and made what could be considered an acoustic version of MMJ circa It Still Moves. And MMJ comes along, continuing to stretch their own boundaries until the sound less and less like themselves. It's nice to let others do your old work for you, while you strap on your jetpack and blast off into space. Jim James left his reverbed throaty howl at home today and instead dusted off a falsetto. There's even some doo-wop follow ups in the background toward the end. There's some rapidfire guitar heroics going on at the bridge.

Maybe it's because it's 81 degrees outside with a breeze borrowed from a corona commercial, but this does sound like summer to me. And it sounds...mature? I think that's the word I want to use. Seasoned. This is the sound of a band that knows who they are and what they can do. This is them doing it. It brushes the ceiling of bloated '70s superproductions while still staying light on its feet. What a great band.

So yeah -- they have a new album coming out in early June, and this is its title track. I'm curious to hear what other people have to say about it. It took me two spins but then it really grabbed me. I can't wait to hear the rest.