Swimmer To A Liquid Armchair

2015 release, the third album by the Dayton, Ohio-based indie supergroup. The quartet, led by Robert Pollard and seconded mostly by multi-instrumentalist Nick Mitchell, with assists from Kevin March on drums and Todd Tobias on bass, have amped Pollard's already wildly prolific output to Jason-Statham-in-Crank-2 levels. Swimmer serves up the same gleefully messy prog/punk/pop stew as on the previous two Ricked Wicky releases, but there's a growing sense of assurance evident on the newest record that indicates Big Things for the future. If Guided By Voices, Pollard's other other band, often bear comparison to the Beatles, Ricked Wicky on occasion calls to mind a kind of lo-fidelity Blue yster Cult, with a touch of early Queen (Mitchell's slide work on The Blind Side recalls Brian May). Those accustomed to more standard Pollardian fare will find plenty to chew on here: the virtuosic wordplay on album opener What Are All Those Paint Men Digging, the thumping thug-rock of Red-Legged Pygmalion, the epic sweep (in three minutes) of Simple Simon Paper Plates, for starters. But if Pollard seems determined to establish Ricked Wicky as more than just another in a numberless series of side projects-as an actual thing-in-itself as fully realized as anything he's ever dreamed up in his rock-crystal bowl-he's nonetheless never more himself than when testing his own limits. By welcoming different voices and different approaches to both playing and songwriting, by framing Ricked Wicky as a collaboration of equals, he establishes more than ever that he has very few. Put that in your e-pipe and vape it, kids