The Grand Undoing: Sparks Rain Down From The Lights Of Love (Self-Released)

Any stab at capturing the rattletrap, glammy bombast of David Bowie is commendable, and on songs like Let The Big Ball Go The Grand Undoing which is effectively the alter-ego of Seth Goodman really digs into that groove. The jangle pop rock track swims around with mascara streaked swagger, a living, breathing exhortation of what it means to be alive and well with rock ‘n roll.

Much of the Bostonians' third album, Sparks Rain Down From The Lights Of Love dwells in this headspace, in a swarm of excess, in the Babylon of a splashy lifestyle and it’s a fun album to turn the speakers toward the window and jam to. The vocals on songs like the title track, or Sing Yourself or even Key Biscaynne are boozy and brazen and indulgent; this is the spot on, perfect antidote to the drowsy autumnal tracks your friends want you to drown in when the weather gets colder and the lights lower to gloaming.

A few times over the ten-song course, the band strives for more introspection, Lady In Gray and The Winter for example, and they’re competent at stirring thought. But nothing really compares to The Grand Undoing when it’s up to its ears in refreshing, precocious vigour.