Midnight at the Black Nail Polish Factory

RESTOCK. As moody as the name implies, The Deathray Davies' fourth album explores the other side of summer, with help from a variety of strings and things. It's familiar and foreign, a new shoe that fits just as well as the old one. At times, it's less pop and more rock, lean and mean--like the group's previous three records after a stint in the joint. At others, it's as grand as the confines of a bedroom orchestra will allow. Either way, their best album yet--perfect imperfection. Forget referencing any garage heroes this time around: Think Pixies, The Cure, Wilco at their most focused, the Beach Boys at their sloppiest. If you think those aspirations are too lofty, wait until you hear. Then try to disagree.