At his height (Sebadoh's Harmacy, the Folk Implosion's One Part Lullaby), no one can match Barlow's lovelorn, raggedy-ass feel for a twilight melody. But he can also throw his four-track and a coupla cats into a full bubble bath and sell the tape to people. Will the soothsayer or the screwball show up for this solo gig? It's anyone's guess, but know this: Louie does a bitchin' version of Foreigner's "Cold as Ice."