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Meet the man inside the glowing Spandex unitard, who refuses to be a "geek pinata."
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By Aimee Levitt
Miami New Times
Sensing the end of an era, bottled-water companies spend billions to keep an eco-unfriendly industry alive.
By Lee Klein
Village Voice
A man fascinated by a violent 1930s strike solves a mystery with the help of a mobster's musician.
By Tony Ortega
My Morning Jacket
Evil Urges (ATO)
Published on July 02, 2008
The first few tracks of My Morning Jacket's fifth studio album, Evil Urges, sound like a cruel put-on. Lead singer Jim James adopts the Prince-inspired falsetto he first toyed with on Z's "Wordless Chorus" for entire songs, only to have it come across more like a bad Ween joke than a recklessly brilliant Beck experiment. Sure, the band reverts to more familiar territory as the album progresses, rocking out "Mahgeetah"-style on the propulsive "Aluminum Park," and dabbling in gorgeous, blue-eyed soul on "Sec Walkin'" and the sexy "Librarian," which is easily the disc's best track. But with the trademark gravy-thick reverb dialed down this time around, the ugly truth becomes apparent: When you lift the veil of magical echo that coats most of the band's greatest songs, you'll find James a serviceable lyricist at best. As he once sang on 2001's near classic At Dawn, "It's just the way that he sings/Not the words that he says, or the band." But honestly, when James circa 2008 is busy singing about a "peanut butter pudding surprise" on the frat-party ready "Highly Suspicious," or conjuring an elementary school graduation on the Seals and Crofts–ish "Thank You Too" ("I want to see you for all that you do/I want to thank you") it's hard to give a shit anymore, no matter how pretty it sounds.