Ox, Burnout
"I'm gonna rock 'n' roll every night," singer Mark Browning proclaims in the chorus of "Burnout," in a voice conveying all the ambition and excitement of a deadheading trucker on the wrong end of a thousand-mile run after a night of bottom-shelf liquor and god knows what else. But Browning's deliberately unenthusiastic delivery of young-buck aspirations (it's quietly ironical, don't you know) will more than likely be a source of palpable happiness for listeners as the sound and vibe of Ox's latest offering unfolds; it sounds a lot like the album art in the picture looks, in other words, moody and lovely. The title track is the most immediately catchy, hook-wise, but the whole seven are filled with wistful inspiration. It's more latter-day Son Volt than early Wilco or Old 97's territory, but that's just fine—tales of people and circumstance, both less than ideal, but with a down-and-out beauty about them (it's quietly romantical, don't you know). We confess to having missed out on much of Ox up to this point, but after this, we may just wind up the rubber bands in our dusty old eight-track and go through the Vancouver band's catalog bit by bit—it couldn't hurt to enjoy a little low-key rock 'n' roll every night.

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