Flower Petals (429 Records)
The best moments from the ’dudes, who open with a literal crack of thunder before settling into lite-FM bounce and Buffalo Springfield-from-Cajun-country groove, approach something like polished-up acoustic outtakes of The Band. But there is also the maudlin “Standing Water,” which, replete with the line “standing water produces a poison, that seems to run around, to every mind in town,” might lead the nominees for soppiest-ever Katrina tribute. There’s also an out-of-nowhere matrimonial creed brimming with ill-timed happiness and saccharine “ooh-ooh” backing vocals. And, on “The Shepherd,” just far too much lute.
Sonically, Petals is a pleasantly woozy wash of acoustic guitars, accordion and shakers. But like the city itself, there’s not enough solid ground to hold all the pieces through the weakest moments.