You just want My Morning Jacket to rock forever. Assuming you've been lucky enough to catch their live show, you know it seems like they almost do. If any group has the raw, sculpted tenacity that hints at longevity, it's them. Marathon performers hawking an inscrutable brand of Bonnaroo-blessed prog-psych-pop with the indie world's tacit nod, they seem poised for success long after we all give up our wearing Chuck Taylors for special, futuristic shoes with automatically tightening laces. With great discs like Z and It Still Moves... under their belt, it's going to take more than a few musical missteps to bring down this Clydesdale. Unfortunately, on their new album Evil Urges, there are a couple major gaffes to give fans and critics alike pause, yet enough solid material to carry the album past its iniquities to forgiveness. "Highly Suspicious", for instance, isn't just bad; it's radioactive. Listening to it all the way through will make your teeth come loose and your hair fall out (think of The Cure's abortive cover of "Foxy Lady" bad). Run from the excessive faux-funk falsetto to your nearest fallout shelter and don't come out until you hear the part of "I'm Amazed" that sounds exactly like "Free Bird". Be prepared for the curious - and not necessarily unwelcome - smoothness of "Sec Walkin'", and the Moody Blues mellotron cum nouveau Calexico vibin' of "Librarian" as this isn't the hirsute, crazy MMJ that you once knew.

It's not all new territory. There's still a freighters worth of reverb on most of stuff. You can still cozy up to moments like the climactic triads at the end of "Smokin' from Shootin'" and the creepy keyboards that just barely work on "Touch Me I'm Going To Scream Part 2". "Aluminum Park" should be played at a BBQs and State Fairs forever, conjuring the ghost of a young Big Star. "Remants" brown bags the rock, too, so rest assured there's more than just cheesecake on this record, folks. Here's two final suggestions for MMJ: resist your evil urges on the next LP, and fire the Photoshop-drunk crackhead that designed your album art. What's next, Word Art?