Pinback
Summer in Abaddon
Touch & Go
"Acute angles divide my path that I had lost," goes the refrain on Pinback's "Sender," which, for our purposes, can also do double duty as a summation of the band's excellent Touch & Go debut.
Acute angles are a staple for the San Diego-based home-recording duet of Zach Smith and Rob Crow -- a quieter, mathier Built To Spill, if you will -- and the paths they've eschewed are the emo roots palpable in their early work. Instead, Summer in Abaddon (Abaddon, a Hebrew word, suggesting destruction and ruin) is all gorgeous counter-harmonies over pulsating, intertwined mathy/jazzy guitar licks, high hat-centric drumming and complex bass-lines. Throw in some Eno-esque piano and synth, and this is the band's most sophisticated and successful effort yet.
The best of Summer... -- "Sender," "Fortress," "3x0" and "Soaked" -- shares a propulsive forward momentum, time ticking away, in direct contrast with the record's title and themes. For Crow and Smith, creative stagnation is the Abaddon their record abjures, their lyrics replete with references to blackouts, dead computers and deader ends.
But if Summer In Abaddon is this ever-improving band's reaction to having the devil on their heels, they -- and we -- have a bright future together.
Rating: 1/2
Track to Burn: "Sender"
--John Schacht
Leonard Cohen
Dear Heather
Columbia
Variously a novelist, a poet, a notorious ladies' man, and one of the most revered songsmiths of the last quarter-century, Leonard Cohen's work is not that of a Renaissance man, but rather of a man always in search of his own Renaissance, whether through work or love or what have you.
Equal parts smooth jazz and Asian minimalism, Dear Heather doesn't blow you away, nor does it give you head on the unmade bed, a la "Chelsea Hotel No. 2." However, there is still a lot to like here. The album prominently features longtime Cohen muses Sharon Robinson and Anjani Thomas, both of whom provide just enough harmonic give-and-take on songs like "The Letters" to remind you that love, libidinous or otherwise, is either a two-way street or a "road closed" sign waiting to happen. "Dear Heather" is another seaside wash of want, again returning to the epistolary form to underscore the singer's balancing act between the joys of solitude and romantic love.
The aural opposite of a "Dear John" letter, Dear Heather's overall warmth and good taste invite you to kick off your shoes and stay a while. Call it the rebirth of a ladies' man.
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Track to Burn: "Dear Heather"
--Timothy C. Davis