Listening to Kurt Wagner and his band – an ever-shifting line-up of Nashville musicians – requires a type of neurological slowing, particularly on this 11th record, whose sound he calls "psycho-Sinatra". But the "psycho" of this spacy lounge music is more astral rambling than unhinged ranting. At its worst this understated quality produces the drear muzak of "Gar", but at its best – as on "Mr Met", "a straightforward recounting of my feelings of love and loss", which begins with rich, stately cello arrangements and then unfolds through chapters of feeling – it's sublime.