I can't get over how much Pushing Red Buttons' vocalist sounds like Dave Pirner from Soul Asylum. Every time he reaches for a high note in his crackly, speak-singing voice, I figure that the band is just a couple of bars from breaking into "Runaway Train", a song that, for me, is reminiscent of first love and representative of the glory that was late-'90s, post-Nirvana rock. But while Soul Asylum is starring in the MTV equivalent of "Where Are They Now?", Pushing Red Buttons hasn't let the sound die. In fact, on their third official release, the New York band could almost be Soul Asylum...give or take ten years. The DIY recording process used for Foreign Film or Tango Dance makes the album sound like early material from a band that hasn't quite maximized its rock potential. On the other hand, the album might just as well be the post-heyday stylistic wanderings of a band clinging to the dream. Indeed, there's a certain lack of definition to Foreign Film..., as if Pushing Red Buttons can't quite decide on a sound. Consider the combos: "Tripping Over a Four Leaf Clover"'s psych/ska rock; "Yoyo"'s '80s-style hard rock; the schmaltzy organ pop of "Something Left For Me"; "I'll Tell"'s tinkly piano lullaby; "Tad"'s rock-musical kitsch. Unable to settle on any one sound, Pushing Red Buttons apparently decided to combine numerous genres. Unfortunately, the result is likely to alienate potential fans of all genres. It's not that the band is untalented -- in fact, in terms of both performance and songwriting, they show a great deal of promise -- but on Foreign Film..., they're off their stride; they haven't found their own "Runaway Train".