I'm a huge fan of mothers everywhere -- hell, I have a great one -- and don't mean to offend with this next statement, but Julie Doiron's last album, Goodnight Nobody, totally sounded like mom music. It was hushed and delicate and terribly pretty, due in part to the influence of folky Swedes Herman Düne, but the disc was very, very safe, like tunes to not crash your suburban SUV to. All of which makes Woke Myself Up all the more delightful. In reconnecting with her former Eric's Trip bandmates, Doiron rediscovers her edge, wrapping her warm, frayed vocals around awkward and occasionally dissonant melodies, layering multi-track self-harmonized phrases over heavyish rock-focused arrangements and crafting dynamic songs that leave you with a satisfying sense of being shaken up. Even when she sings about juggling domesticity, as on Yer Kids, Doiron doesn't sound like she's settled down. And that's a good thing.