WRECKLESS ERIC & AMY RIGBY
A Working Museum
Part indie-pop, part jangle-rock, and part singer/songwriter folk, the latest by the former Stiff Records luminary and Mod Housewife, is a rollicking album by two streetwise old pros having a good time with song-making and with each other.
The album puts me in mind of Sam Phillips’s Martinis and Bikinis, if Phillips sang in Rigby’s drawl, or Grant McLennan’s work both with The Go-Betweens and as a solo artist, if he’d been less literary and more smartass. There’s an overall sense of sardonic wit being pulled off by people who have come out of their younger, leaner days with knowing minds and keen, world-weary senses of humour.
The lyrics are so clever that they could work as short stories in a chapbook, and since the musical backing and vocal melodies are such afterthoughts as to be dull, I’d be just as happy to hear the pair perform the set as spoken word pieces.