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In years past, the Hold Steady were America's most reliable "rock" band. They didn't just play bar bruisers, they deconstructed them — pulled them apart, commented on them and put them back together using only the essential parts (namely, the riffs and the alcohol tolerance). Their first two albums were sweaty and breathless, reconfiguring Boston and Foreigner in the same way that the White Stripes reconfigured Led Zeppelin. And while they were never condescending or ironic, they were always at least somewhat aware. You don't write a line like "tramps like us/ and we like tramps" without Derrida on your bookshelf and your tongue somewhere within the general vicinity of your cheek.
On Heaven is Whenever the Hold Steady have at long last become a Rock Band, one that doesn't want to kill their idols so much as become them. They are bona fide and unaffected, having fully jettisoned any level of remove and landed within actual touching distance of FM radio. They've also, wisely, done away with a lot of lyrical tropes that were looking haggard by the time 2008's underrated Stay Positive rolled around. Everyone loves Catholic guilt and methamphetamines, but Holly and Charlemagne were starting… read more »