When you put on Dangerbird’s Doctor Legs & The Medicine Ball, the weather starts to get warmer, frosty bottles of beer appear, and guys with B.O. and awkward facial hair show up at your door ready to howl at the moon.
Well, that’s not entirely accurate.
Dangerbird’s album is the perfect accompaniment to shucking off your winter self and getting ready to live outdoors. Doctor Legs & The Medicine Ball plays it close to the vest of the roots of alt-country (think Wilco’s A.M. and Whiskeytown’s Faithless Street). But when you hear it done right, like the whine and slide on “Lucky Moon” or the somber eloquence of “Fifteen,” make sure you stand up and pay attention. There are flat moments, but in the last five tracks (mixed by Sebadoh’s Jason Loewenstein) the production erases any of these moments. It’s an atmosphere that helps the songs to escape being boilerplate genre pieces, and they start to take on their true forms as shit-kicking anthems.