Seventh studio album from Dean Wareham's durables
Luna just keep on murmuring, their gliding guitars and hypnotic rhythms insistently reminding you they’re more than just the phoenix that rose from Galaxie 500’s ashes. Their own identity long established, it’s a pity then that this isn’t as precious as Romantica or the divine The Days Of Our Nights. Sean Eden’s songs and voice aren’t as fine as Wareham’s, and it moseys a little too languidly. That said, the druggy take on “The Owl And The Pussycat” is arresting, and cuts like “Cindy Tastes Of Barbecue” and “Motel Bambi” are svelte and sexy? all the cooler for not trying too hard.