eMusic Review
Saying that A.C. Newman trades in a particularly cerebral school of near-power-pop is like saying (back in, oh I dunno, summer '08) that Barack Obama was a highly touted Senatorial newbie with aspirations to higher office: correct on the facts, but all wrong on emotional context. Newman writes pop songs like David Foster Wallace and Dave Eggers write fiction: exhilarating tours de force that split the difference between highly intellectual cartwheeling and playful, devil-may-care insouciance, catchy ditties that trade in a certain form of psychological gamesmanship even as your toes are tapping out a ship-to-shore S.O.S.
Newman's second solo release under his given name, Get Guilty, is yet another chapter in his career-long Book of Dreams: a dozen tracks loaded for bear with the sort of verbal hijinks and high, hard hooks that fellow travelers such as the Shins, Broken West and Dr. Dog (hell, why not add the entirety of the Elephant Six posse while we're at it?) have traded in. Sometimes this takes the form of serial-killer melodies (the album's first single, "The Palace at 4 A.M.," is that classic smiling-to-keep-from-dying "sunny hook, meet cloudy conscience" that forms the basis of about 98% of the best pop… read more »