Songs For The Jet Set (Global Warming Ltd) Eight years on, Drugstore remain all that is indie - undervalued, fringe-art rockers with a unique schtick in their folk-pop psychedelic sound. They possess the drug-induced melancoly of Velvet Underground, a witty sarcasm and tendency to self-parody like Pavement and the experimental tendencies of Sonic Youth (aided in part by a cello). And, as is often the indie case, public acceptance hasn't been widespread, but their peers have embraced them. In 1998, Radiohead frontman Thom Yorke performed a duet on an album single with Brazilian singer Isabel Monteiro. On their third major effort, Monteiro remains in fabulous voice but has toned down the flamenco passion. The first third of the album combines her soothing vocals with a sonorous steel pedal guitar to create a sound reminiscent of the Cowboy Junkies' Trinity Sessions. Not that they get excessively sticky with sap. In the mournful opener, Baby Don't Hurt Yourself the song mildly shocks the listener when it abruptly ends, as if they don't want you to enjoy the maudlin moments too much. Perhaps Monteiro's instructions on the liner notes should be heeded: 'Please listen to this music in the dark, with your headphones on loud, very isolated from the rest of the world. Because it is not 'today' music, it's more of a time that exists in your head'. Provided your head is full of hope and love, loss and sorrow, pain and beauty.