I have kept this one in my listening list for weeks. Every time I hear it, I feel an instant, intimate connection. And then I keep wondering if it holds up over time. Since I've devoted a lot of time, I can say with some certainty that it does.

Bummerville Bottom Feeder (Graveface)

Daniel Brady Lynch doesn't make music the way most folks do. He has many projects, and Bummerville is his "instant" songwriting outlet. That is, he sits down and writes the song as he records. This is rather astonishing, even though it probably explains a lot about my reaction.

These aren't deep songs. They don't really speak to the universal human condition or anything like that. They're manic little blisters that threaten to explode at any given minute. The style may be garage punk-pop (in general; Lynch does wander around), but these songs contain a lot more implied danger than most.

The tension that arises when a listening keeps asking, "When is all this going to collapse?", is spectacular. Lynch keeps these songs short (often less than two minutes) and tight, which makes sense, given his method. Even so, I kept wondering when the album would run out of steam.

It doesn't. This is more of a collection than a cohesive album, of course, but the songs do provide a fine flow nonetheless. Nice and blasty.

Jon Worley