In the end, the down-and-out theme just provides another excuse to gather with old college-radio pals and Pacific Northwest neighbors, tossing off hymns to cynicism in the form of upbeat rockers, pretty country ballads, and most of all shameless acts of devotion to John Lennon. The roster ranges from longtime collaborator Pete Buck to members of the Decemberists and Harvey Danger, but the disc amounts to nothing more than tired old point-and-shoot indie pop, landing a few bull's-eyes (anything with Wilco's Jeff Tweedy in tow) and a few wild misses (the pointless "Hotel Senator"), with no one caring a whit how truly lethal they could be with focus.