Receive Weekly Email and Text Message Updates:
Sign up for latest info on concerts, dining, promotions and more!
Go!

Related Stories ...

Most Popular

Reader's Picks

Top Recommendations

A short list of Dallas's most popular hot spots.
user content provided by: LikeMe.net & Dallas Observer

National Features >

  • Village Voice

    The Great Walls of Chinatown

    With the exception of the electric rice cookers, this Bowery tenement could have come straight from the Nineteenth Century.

    By Elizabeth Dwoskin

  • Houston Press

    Getting Off

    DUI attorney Tyler Flood wins 80 percent of his trials--even if his clients were 100 percent drunk.

    By Mike Giglio

  • Miami New Times

    Park or Die Tryin'

    From the homeless parking mafia to the meter fairy, finding a spot in Miami has taken a turn toward the surreal.

    By Gus Garcia-Roberts

  • City Pages

    The Baddest Men on the Planet

    Straight from the Sam's Club tire shop, Brett Rogers prepares to meet Fedor Emelianenko in mortal combat.

    By Bradley Campbell

My Morning Jacket

Evil Urges (ATO)

Share

  • rss

By Noah W. Bailey

Published on June 11, 2008 at 8:36am

The first few tracks of My Morning Jacket's fifth studio album, Evil Urges, sound like a cruel put-on, with lead singer Jim James adopting the Prince-inspired falsetto he first toyed with on Z's "Wordless Chorus" for entire songs—only to have it come across more like a bad Ween joke than a recklessly brilliant Beck experiment.

Sure, the band reverts back to more familiar territory as the album progresses, rocking out "Mahgeetah"-style on the propulsive "Aluminum Park" and dabbling in gorgeous, blue-eyed soul on "Sec Walkin'" and the sexy, thoughtful "Librarian," which is easily the disc's best track.

But with the band's trademark gravy-thick reverb dialed down this time around, the ugly truth becomes apparent: When you lift the veil of magical echo that coats most of MMJ's greatest songs, you'll find Jim James, at best, a serviceable lyricist. As he once sang on 2001's near classic At Dawn, "It's just the way that he sings/Not the words that he says, or the band." But, honestly, when James, circa 2008, is busy singing about a "peanut butter pudding surprise" on the frat-party ready "Highly Suspicious" or conjuring an elementary school graduation on the Seals and Crofts-ish "Thank You Too" ("I want to see you for all that you do/I want to thank you") it's hard to give a shit anymore, no matter how pretty it is.