Just Like the Fambly Cat
Fourteen years and just four albums have apparently dragged out all there is to be got from Grandaddy. So, sadly, Just Like the Fambly Cat is their swansong as frontman Jason Lytle takes off to his ranch in Montana, leaving his native California behind. But what a way to go out.
Grandaddy have always orbited around Lytle and his eccentric, neo-psychedelic blueprint. By all reports, he would disappear alone during the creative process, eventually emerging to bring the band in to record the end result of his isolation. The irony here is that Grandaddy have never sounded more like a unit.
Gone is the sense of disparity that lingered after a few listens to Sumday, replaced by the band's most cohesive work. They hit the ground running on Jeez Louise, with its faint echo of the Pixies, and the fires are rekindled at regular intervals.
The likes of Rear View Mirror, 50% and the pop-fused Elevate Myself see the band hammering things out in a wild melee, but Lytle is allowed to get all soulful on Summer ... It's Gone. And the sweet Guide Down Denied, where he croons: 'I might drift for ever more,' may be pointing his own way.
For now, at least, we can console ourselves with the fact that he left the best till the last.