First new studio album from America’s one and only post-Velvets avant/metal goofball action unit in over 10 years and it sounds real fine, reconciling the kind of beautifully extended single notes of pure E-Bow electricity and wailing lead spurt of off-shoots like O-Type with their trademark black/cracked deadpan humour, Tee-Vee cut-ups and Lou Reed on ludes-style monologues. Includes a fabulous downer/perversely moving version of Grand Funk Railroad’s “We’re An American Band”, backing vocals by Angel Corpus Christi and some great – and at moments somehow poignantly dumb – ruminations on life beneath the counter in America that carve out a singular space somewhere between Jad Fair, Dave Alvin and Rick Potts. There most lugubrious and endlessly rewarding set to date? Well, yeah. Recommended.