The lone comment on the DrownedInSound.com review of this LP says it all: The commenter became a fan because the logo on Stevie Jackson’s business card is so awesome. Jackson is the guitarist for twee gods Belle & Sebastian, this album came out on B&S’s own label, and to heck with the rest of you, is one way of looking at it. Another way of looking at these tunes would be serviceable pop without any hair or teeth, mainly evoking the stuff the members of The Beatles did on their respective solo bases. Think about that, though — it’s seriously not the most insulting thing a musician could ever hear. Though loaded up with pseudo-puns and the sort of wordplay that made you pine so desperately for a werewolf invasion of Gilmore Girls, the music ranges from fine to “eh,” the “fine” part being some ren-faire jangle on “Dead Man’s Fall” and the “eh” centered on two obvious fillers. But don’t read too much into the haters of this record: Some people absolutely detest wimpy retro ’60s/’70s rock, some don’t, so your knowledge that this LP exists may spell your lucky day. B- —Eric W. Saeger