With Boba, Ted Tyro returns with their brand of AM gold, a kind of lounge version of the Silver Jews, or early Sebadoh, filtered through lo-fi production and bargain-bin instrumentation. Ted Tyro suffers the fantastic problem of being hard to pin down. The vocals are airy and almost have an Aaron Neville quality, sans any overt R&B influence. The music isn’t really rock, or anything else, for that matter, although this is not to say that it sounds alien or abstract — this is pop music mutated from a diverse array of influences, resulting in an easy and breezy soundscape, the kind of thing that plays you off into the sunset.