Pete Yorn has a knack for attracting intriguing collaborators, and for his eponymous fifth solo album he’s produced by perhaps his most interesting partner yet:
Black Francis, the mastermind of
the Pixies. The two don’t seem to have much in common but that’s only if you ignore everything
Black Francis did after
the Pixies. There, he pioneered a fusion of
Iggy Pop and roots music that isn’t in an entirely different ballpark from
Yorn’s, even if it may be at the other end of the stadium. Certainly, the guitar-heavy
Pete Yorn recalls
The Cult of Ray as much as it does Nightcrawler, with
Yorn easing into a setting that could have been constructed by
the Catholics, but he’s not writing like
Black, he’s retaining his unaffected, straight-ahead songwriting voice. It’s a curious combination that doesn’t always work -- he’s hampered whenever he slides toward the cutesy, as he does on “Rock Crowd” and “Velcro Shoes” -- but this album's often a bracing, propulsive listen, the hardest rock
Yorn has ever recorded. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine