After recorded two epic albums on which delved deeply into his darkest feelings and surrounded them with majestic guitars and sweeping melodies (1986's and 1987's ), then one where the band let loose with some of its most straightforward and poppy songs (1988's ), it was clearly time for something different. Taking a cue from the instrumental half of , their second album of 1988 is cocktail jazz, dreamy easy listening, and lovely piano ballads. doesn't even appear on , though he named all the songs and was in the studio to provide guidance. Instead, and handle all the music-making, the latter on drums and vibes and the former on electric and acoustic piano and vibes. They serve up tunes that are totally out of step with anything going on in 1988, unless you were in an out-of-the-way jazz club. proves to have an unerring way with a melody and his fingers are certainly nimble, as he had proved on the albums that preceded this. 's drumming is polite and snappy on the few uptempo tracks like "Press Softly on the Brakes Holly" and "Run Chico Run," and the pair know their way around a vibraphone. They are also crack hands at creating lovely atmospheres; "Spectral Morning" is an achingly pretty song that sounds like the soundtrack to wistful heartbreak, "Book of Swords" is lilting and heartwarming, and "Seahorses on Broadway" is another crystalline piece that at this point in his career probably could have cranked out in his dreams. isn't really a album, but in some ways it's also the quintessential album in that it shows just how far would go to follow his artistic vision. Fans of the band's jangling pop or detached post-punk sounds might never put this record on, but anyone who truly appreciates 's gift for perverse pop gestures will likely give it a spin every now and then as a gentle reminder. ~ Tim Sendra