Three albums is all it takes these days to graduate from buzzy upstarts to grizzled veterans. Not long ago, Ben Bridwell’s reedy vocalsand slow-burn guitar were compared to Built to Spill’s Doug Martsch; Bridwell himself is now a touch- stone. But when does “consistent” translateto “rut”? For Band of Horses, not yet. Still present,and lovely, are the lilting ballads (“Infinite Arms,” “Evening Kitchen,” “Older”), afternoon-delightful AM gold (“Blue Beard”), and keening boot-stompers (“Northwest Apartment”), all delivered with a back-porch abandon many beardos emulate, but few match.
EDITOR’S NOTE: The online version of this review was posted with the wrong rating. Its correct rating is four stars, not two, as originally indicated.