Bad Breaks really captures my attention at the moment of transition into "Seppuku," the album's second (and best) song. It's a jarring transition that reminds me to pay attention no matter how much the opener sounds like a lost Spoon B-side. This record is full of such moments, exhibiting real molten life and an excellent musical intuition teeming beneath a self-imposed rigidity. "Won't Come Home," "Something True," and "Keep My Promises" shine as examples of Chuck Kerr's (Bad Breaks' mastermind and Current Art Director) uncanny agility as a musician and potential as a songwriter. At its best, Bad Breaks is dangerously sexy grooves, precise playing, and a naively weary narrator caught between glimpses of love and waves of stultifying heat.
★★★ (out of 5 stars)