By Steve Weinstein
By Bryan Bierman
By Lindsey Rhoades
By Chaz Kangas
By Ben Westhoff and Sarah Purkrabek
By Jena Ardell
By Jesse Sendejas Jr.
By Katherine Turman
Conjure a sunny Royal Trux more hung up on Beefheart than Stones. But first pay Jennifer Herrema a ten-spot to dress up as Chrissie Hynde, and ask Neil Hagerty to surrender rock purity for Blue Velvet bird sounds, fuzz synth, and a parlor ditty about rum, Cracker Barrel, and mommy.
Coming-of-age liner notes explaining Matthew's attempt to start a band sans cheeky sis drop enough rough-stuff innuendo about stabbings in the basement that the sauntering collaboration at times evokes an inbred pubescent beast-with-two-backs. Sick! Still, the chemistry outdoes icy Jack and Meg White. And no matter who's zoomin' who, Gallowsbird's Bark is an often compulsive non sequitur, a dorky musical Elton John might've jotted down after regretting his part in Aida.
Fiery Furnaces play Mercury Lounge November 22.