Just try and imagine how many friends you would have if you could write a song as catchy as Carl (A.C.) Newman's. You may be suprised to notice that The Slow Wonder constitutes a considerable (and welcome) departure from his work with The New Pornographers. And you have to admit that as brilliant as The Electric Version was, the bombastic boy/girl vocals had a tendency to cloy after repeated listenings. The Slow Wonder has no such tendency; lyrically and musically, these are the most mature songs Newman has ever penned. "Miracle Drug" is the first hint of an aesthetic that's far edgier and less juvenile than that of his previous efforts, while retaining the same unflappable energy. "On the Table" is more conventional, but is nonetheless virtousic pop and attests to Newman's lyrical mastery ("On the table, our hopes become a starting pistol/ Though we have missed all the minutes, we know what we've won. Are we done?") And "The Town Halo" well...I hesitate to say it's one of the best pop songs in the last forty years, but you know I'm thinking it. That song made my job typing words into little boxes seem like not a job at all. See you in Cambridge, Carl. Peace out dudes.