My Morning Jacket

There's a palpable boldness throughout My Morning Jacket's fifth album Evil Urges. Down south, they call them "balls." Unsatisfied with having dominated the jam-band circuit, the alt-country rock band turns up the weirdness to 11 with an album as unpredictable and experimental as their Birkenstock-toting fans would allow. Beginning with the titular song, singer Jim James' Prince-ly falsetto instantly positions this as an album intent on getting listeners in the mood. And with songs serenading sexy librarians ("Librarian") and soulful come-ons praising unprejudiced love-making ("dedicate your love to any woman or man/No racial boundary lines, no social subdivisions" from the aforementioned title track), the bedroom best not be far from the stereo.

However, all this unrepentant soul is not to suggest that My Morning Jacket is targeting the R & B charts. This album does indeed have its sublime moments of pure classic rock—heck, "Aluminum Park" even sounds like vintage Springsteen—but it’s the funkiness that makes this release so evil it's great.

—Arye Dworken
06.27.08

For those who weren't convinced by Z's left-hand turns, Evil Urges cements My Morning Jacket's transformation from grizzled, reverb-drenched classic rockers to experimental, genre-bending innovators. There's always been a slight disconnect between the band's image and sound; frontman Jim James once howled his melodies behind curtains of long hair while lashing at his Flying V guitar, looking like a Metallica roadie while sounding like Neil Young in an echo chamber. But 2008's Evil Urges -- with its diversions into funk and prog, its falsetto vocals, its explosive eclecticism -- is a different animal entirely, perhaps the furthest My Morning Jacket have ever sounded from the Southern psychedelia that launched them ten years previously. The bandmates look different, too, having trimmed their bushy beards and unruly hair for photos that grace the album sleeve. Physical appearances have little to do with this group's sound, but the clean-shaven look further challenges the world's perception of My Morning Jacket, a band that was once lumped into the same down 'n' dirty rock bin as the Drive-By Truckers and Kings of Leon. My Morning Jacket want to occupy their own orbit, and Evil Urges is as spacy as it gets.

"Evil Urges," "Touch Me I'm Going to Scream, Pt. 1," and "Highly Suspicious" comprise the opening lineup, which jump-starts the album with 13 minutes of sexy, tripped-out electro-funk. James slips into a competent falsetto during the title track, his voice clear and reverb-free as he coos in a bedroom whisper. "Touch Me" bubbles with interstellar keyboard effects and harmonies -- for the stoner contingent of MMJ's audience, this is the logical place to fire up the bong -- while "Highly Suspicious" delivers the album's biggest shocker, mixing James' best Prince impression with bizarre lyrics ("Tapping your lines, peanut butter pudding surprise!") and bursts of uncontrolled laugher. It's the kind of polarizing song that fans will either love or loathe, and given its prominent spot in the track list -- batting third, a spot usually reserved for heavy-hitters -- it's obviously meant to elicit a reaction. But that seems to be the crux of Evil Urges; after years of being shoehorned into various genres, My Morning Jacket have put their collective foot down, insisting that they're not a neo-psychedelic outfit, an alt-country group, a jam band, or the contemporary torchbearers of Southern rock & roll. They're none of those things -- or perhaps they're all of those things, as Evil Urges offers the widest swath of musical fare in the My Morning Jacket catalog. There's rock & roll ("Aluminum Park," "I'm Amazed"), country ("Sec Walkin'"), rootsy pop nuggets ("Two Halves"), ballads about sexy bookworms ("Librarian"), and the aforementioned trips into Funkytown. "Touch Me I'm Going to Scream, Pt. 2" concludes the album with eight minutes of kaleidoscopic sound, and Evil Urges ultimately ends the same way it began -- with a willingness to explore, to challenge, to poke and prod at My Morning Jacket's past work while creating something entirely new. ~ Andrew Leahey, All Music Guide