September 16, 2010

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The Eels, Tomorrow Morning
E Music, Aug. 24
The finale of the trilogy that began with last year’s Hombre Lobo LP at first appears to have arrived in incorrect order. Put simply, Lobo, predominantly a garage rock exercise, was about the hunt for love, and then its January followup End Times (comprised mostly of acoustic bum-outs) juxtaposed the crappy state of the world with a failed love affair. So why, then, is the fat-dumb-lovestruck Tomorrow Morning here instead of between the last two? Well, if you’ve ever wasted a year or 10 in a crap relationship, you know it’s a black hole in time and space not worth discussing, and TM is about thinking you’ve finally maybe found love in real life: “I like to watch TV with you/ there’s really nothing I would rather do/Then maybe we can go to bed, get up and do it all again.” The lyrics and melodies are cartoonishly upbeat, making Mark Oliver Everett’s Tom Waits-ish croak the sound of a rehab escapee waking up filthy and hung over in Teletubby land. It’s a modern world we live in, also, a situation End Times couldn’t handle but which TM navigates with aplomb — even the sole Howlin’ Wolf-style rocker, “Baby Loves Me,” is sprinkled with sparkly glitch. Standard disclaimer that these aren’t conventional tunes, but they’re pop in their own way, and a revelation any way you cut it. A+ — Eric W. Saeger