That's just as well, since Heumann's not much of a songwriter: Unlike Oldham, who's got a knack for building an entire world into the architecture of a song, Heumann seems content to jam together a handful of psych-folk guitar solos and call it a day. This is at worst a semi-disappointment, especially when you consider the sympathetic assistance he solicits from his own sidemen, guys from knotty art-punk acts like Lungfish and Celebration. Establish a buzz of your choosing, and crank up "Pale Rider Blues" -- you'll scarcely mourn the death of the story arc.