The Joggers & lt;a href= & quot;http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=rQy1MLe70wI & amp;offerid=78941.462634601 & amp;type=10 & amp;subid= & quot; & With a Cape and a Cane & lt;/a & ** & r & Portland-based three-piece and CMJ alums the Joggers offer a debut with punch and pizzazz and a whole lotta spaz. Intricate time signatures characterize a sound that's part Deerhoof-chic and, on tracks like "Wicked Light Sleeper," early (meaning good) Chili Pepper-style funk. Don't be fooled, though -- this is energetic and enthusiastic indie-pop.
"Yawning Brahmins" drips self-congratulating cleverness. Even the razor-sharp guitars and tribal drumming can't change the lyrics that are lame, lame, lame. "Night of the Horsepills" suffers similarly ("It weighs an ounce in silver / And 10 pounds in fresh meat"). "Horny Ghost" suppresses some prog-rock aspirations, and it's really a shame -- definitely a lost chance to make this album even more memorable for its weirdness. "White Madam" is the clincher that will keep the disc in rotation. Just a tease: It braves what "Horny Ghost" resists.
But they're only Joggers, not yet aware of their abilities. They need time to train. And given time, they just might blossom into the cape-wearing superheroes hidden in their potential. -- Carey Murphy