But only a moron or hard-hearted cynic would dismiss their first (first!) full-length CD as too little, too late--the last gasp on Last Beat, after so many years of so many promises. As it turns out, the two weren't ready to record; their music needed time to grow, mature, ripen. Too many bands rush into the studio when they aren't ready; even more linger in the booth long after their expiration date. Vibrolux--which now also features Clay Pendergrass on bass, Trey Pendergrass on drums, and Paul Williams on guitar and keyboards--waited till just the right time; now, it is unburdened by expectations, theirs or their audience's. That long-ago rock band has become something entirely different: The edges have been smoothed without getting softened, and the arrangements render the uncompromising music as penetrating mood. Vibrolux sounds as though it were made at 2 a.m., at the bottom of a deep, empty bottle.
The old songs ("Soldier" and "Good Night Sleep") sound better than they did when they first turned up on Dallas Observer Scene, Heard collections; turns out they were demos after all, especially the latter, which soars in the spots where the first version sank just a little. The new disc also allows for songs Beatles-esque (the thrilling "We Love Pepsi"), Bowie ("Win," on loan from Young Americans, and they need not return it) and beat-to-hell (the centerpiece "Where I Stand," a murky, spooky song noir that ends with Pendleton staring into the camera, waving "bye, honey" while insisting that "sometimes, I'm just a sucker," as if). Pendleton has never sounded lovelier or more terrifying: Hers is a dangerous whisper of a voice, that of a weary jazz singer fronting a rock band (or art-rock band, or art-R&B band, by the time you get to "Finest" near album's end). Sometimes, on a song such as the roiling "Love Letters," it's clean and crystalline; other times, it's rough and ragged, a rusty nail that leaves a nasty cut. It's as though two singers live within her, both fighting for control: One possesses a switchblade sneer, the other a radiant smile, and both will cut you just the same.