It'd be easy to say having kids turned Rhett Miller into an oversensitive wuss, and to dismiss his band's latest as a regression into comfortable AOR/MOR music that Elton John would dig. People said the same shit about Eef Barzelay of Clem Snide on last year's Soft Spot, but to write off these albums as easy-listening pap is the cop-out of the emotionally challenged. After a couple of spins, you may realize Moonlight could be the best song the Old 97's have ever done, a quiet, lovelorn, countrified treat that makes crying seem downright manly. To all the alt-country snobs who cried sellout after Satellite Rides, get over yourselves and grab on tight to Drag It Up. Catch the Old 97's at Lee's Palace Sunday (September 12).