The only possible justification for Ryan Adams's bloated two-CD Cold Roses outing is that the self-indulgent alt-country crooner was bent on making a retro chic package to mimic the look of old vinyl double albums. Adams's Cardinals band is decent, serving up appropriately weathered lap steel and resonator guitar licks, and Tom Schick's production gives the whole affair a warm Cali-pop vibe, but clocking in at a silly 18 tracks of bland twangery, Cold Roses is dreadfully dull. The lyrics sound like Adams played alt-country MadLibs - a wilting rose metaphor here, an abandoned house there - and the album division seems arbitrary, since there's no variation in tone or content between discs one and two. If the stronger material here, like ragged roots rocker Beautiful Sorta, had been collected on an EP, it coulda been OK. This is just obnoxious.