The hype surrounding this record appears to have stemmed more from the irate e-mail the band (and several others, apparently) received from label owner Bob Salerno the day after their record release show in Detroit than it does from any of the music contained within its digital walls. Before long, bulletin board chatter was running wild, and everybody and their mother suddenly knew all about the inner workings of the Waxwings and their new record -- which, depending how you look at it, was either one of the greatest PR stunts in recent history or merely a backfired dressing-down from a label owner with too much time on his hands.
Lacking the full-on roar of Motor City compatriots like the White Stripes and the Go, the 'Wings employ a more classic pop-oriented approach to their songcraft, resulting in songs that replace the aforementioned groups' immediacy and vigor with simple restraint and cultivated sophistication. Swooning serenades like "Look Down Darkly" and "Almost All Day" serve as understated reminders that the normally tough-as-nails Detroit music scene possesses an equally impressive soft pop underbelly (see also: Brendan Benson). The disc's darker moments -- in particular "Fractured" and opener "Wired that Way" -- prove that, for the Waxwings, anyway, "maturity" is realized by facing down your demons armed with little more than the instruments on your back and those terrifying thoughts you keep buried in the back of your mind.