Lucero wears their desperation and outsider status as a badge of honor, mixing equal parts pathos and self-loathing in an explosive cocktail of punk country, worthy heirs to Jason And The Scorchers and The Replacements’ throne of misfit desperado losers. The songwriting tightens up a bit, on this, their fourth record, and if you’re not a convert after the first 15 seconds of “Anjalee”, then god have mercy on your soul.