Honey.
sounds more pleasurably, well, bitter. “Girls Don’t Care” is pretty, its lazy
jangle harkening to the best of ’90s college-rock, but Barzelay’s assault is
equal parts silly. (“The girls don’t care that you ache to be free”) and sap
(“The girls just want a sweet melody.”) The lengthy wailer “True Freedom” is
pure miss: Barzelay’s voice with minimal musical backing has never been his
strongest point. The minor apocalypses are better: The opening Merge-rock
crunch of “Could Be Worse” and the ever-present agnostic angst of “Apocalyptic
Friend” work great. Better still are the bonus Clem Snide tracks at the end:
the unreleased “Me No,” from a scrapped album, and relative chestnut “I Love
The Unknown.” Both tracks are reminders of the acerbic but not overwrought
voice Barzelay once had a firmer grasp on.
