Bobby and his Young Criminals' Starvation League's latest is a frothy, brilliant, genre-bending mongrel. There are dreamy pop songs sung by folks not ready to turn their backs on the visceral joys of gutter punk, a a shameless embrace of groovy SoCal country rock, sharp, soulful Stax-style horn Blasts, R&B swagger, and a love of the Brill Building, the Ryman Auditorium, CBGB's and the gas station outside Memphis where the van broke down. It's a beautiful funny, heartbreaking, ambitious, hypnotic, lovesick and lovelorn lyrical knockout.