So, at the risk of coming off like the kid at spring break who complains about the beer, the Pollard party may be running out of steam. Although last year's Universal Truths and Cycles was a welcome return to sprightly GBV form--uncluttered, energetic rock springing the occasional time-signature surprise--new album Earthquake Glue is darker and weightier. The songwriting is ur-Cheap Trick, if Cheap Trick had decided to become a prog-rock band. Thing is, you can't toss off a Dark Side of the Moon or an OK Computer--that shit takes time. And that's not Pollard's bag. Thus it's hard to say whether Earthquake Glue required more perspiration, or less: The songs seem overdetermined yet underdeveloped. Transitions are awkward. There's too much lyrical enjambment. The songs get kinda same-y (a longtime GBV complaint from the naysayers). Yes, of course, the melodies are there; they always are. But where you want the songs to take amplified flight, they sag instead. It's like watching a ballet dancer with a beer gut. Members of the Pollard cult will, of course, love this album anyway.