The Weeks are associated with the American South and sing about it throughout their second full-length album. But their brand of Southern rock isn't about big, brash guitars and long-winded jams. The early-20-something Jackson, Mississippi, band bring the Counting Crows to mind more often, due to Cyle Barnes's voice. Think Adam Duritz's baritone earnestness.
If you can get past that, the Weeks are also much more musically interesting and darker than your average boogie band. They often get quiet and atmospheric (Gobi Blues, Chickahominy), several songs are built on fine electric guitar riffs and are impeccably arranged (Thief In My Mouth, Dear Bo Jackson), and when they sing about murder, loss and sorrow, it rings true.
It's not all a downer, though. The title track delivers Strokesian energy, while closer Wo Is I has hot-blooded pump and soulful, mixed-gender group vocals. Plus, Admiral Collier plays a mean organ throughout, adding sonic depth and colour to every tune.
Top track: Dear Bo Jackson
The Weeks play the Horseshoe tonight (Thursday, August 1).