My Morning Jacket: Evil Urges

For a Southern-rock outfit with epic hair and a

Kentucky pedigree, My Morning Jacket is uniquely squirrelly. Evil Urges, the band's fifth studio album,

flits purposefully from genre to genre, toying with bits of prog, soul, disco,

alt-country, and classic guitar squall. But Evil Urges doesn't feel bloated or overlong

(though, like previous efforts, the cover art is endearingly terrible), and the

band has stopped relying so heavily on big, grain-silo reverb—meaning the

record feels infinitely smaller and less mysterious than its predecessors.

Although his bandmates make an impressive ruckus, Jim

James' high, lunar howl has always been My Morning Jacket's glowing center, and

the most disappointing aspect of Evil Urges is its relentless obfuscation of

his voice. For the title track, James rolls out a chirpy falsetto (one of a

handful of Prince-aping moments here) that—while bemusing and not

entirely unsuccessful—is also a lame substitute for feral, toe-curling

bays. "Highly Suspicious," which opens with synthy bass-farts and a promise of

"peanut-butter puddin' surprise," ultimately gets eaten up by a chant-a-long

chorus that sounds like it's being sung by a military robot and a giggly little

girl.

"I'm Amazed" is a sweaty road anthem for

highway-speeding, and it's dopey-but-satisfying in the grand tradition of the

Allman Brothers' "Blue Sky," while "Librarian"—despite being about the

most tedious sex fantasy ever—is dark and eerie, all rich, echoing vocals

and spectral guitar. Although Evil Urges never reaches the gut-tickling peaks of 2001's At

Dawn, it still

reiterates My Morning Jacket's ability to make music that sounds like

everything and nothing at all.