Some may remember Richard Hawley from the horrible Longpigs or his guitar-for-hire jobs with Pulp, All Saints and Beth Orton. Don't hold that against him, because since he's gone solo his own recordings have been stellar. Lowedges picks up where Late Night Final left off two years ago. That moody after-hours vibe is still intact as Hawley soulfully croons about love gone wrong like a frazzled Dino Valente over beautifully orchestrated backdrops set somewhere between Scott Walker 3 and Plush's Fed. I'll be listening to Lowedges for some time to come.