I don't miss much about being younger. Yes, it was nice to be able to go out, do completely irresponsible things at all times of night and then stagger through the next day without feeling entirely like hot death. Well, the irresponsibility was fun, anyway. For the most part, though, I'm happy to be a reasonably prosperous old fart. I have sons who will mow my lawn and even get me a beer when I holler. Life is good.

Iglomat III (KFM)

But in that brief morning haze that comes once or twice a year (a toddler--my third boy--doesn't exactly allow for early rumination), I have flashed back into my "man, I've gotta listen to more Touch and Go shit" place. And for a few days I'll be blasting some Don Cab, Jesus Lizard, GvsB, Kepone and the like. My older boys just shake their heads (though my oldest did sneak some GvsB onto his iPod not long ago), but a primal need is slaked.

Iglomat is helmed by David Jack, and his DJ background does lend an electronic underpinning to these songs. But the sounds here are anything but rote. The album opens with some classic seminal post-rock T&G sounds, surge straight into a bit of the chill haze and then wander back into the world of semi-analog rock. And then out again. And then over the hills and far away.

I suppose the Flaming Lips would be a solid reference, though Wayne and the boys tend to change course between albums rather than between songs. And anyway, Iglomat may be a lot of things, but psychedelic is definitely not one of them.

Ruminative, however, is. Subtly deconstructive, too, which is probably the reason I kept associating this with T&G even as the album spun further and further from that orbit. I'd advise having no expectations as you listen. Because there is no explaining exactly what Iglomat is. There is no signature anything. Simply music that defies just about everything.

In other words, something to satisfy my early morning cravings. Spectacular.

Jon Worley