"Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings"

Counting Crows
Album: Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings (Geffen)
In stores: Now
Why we care: With his punchdrunk poetry and rambling vocal style as self-indulgent as ever, Adam Duritz returns after a six-year layoff. This concept disc is broken down into sin and salvation, and guitarist/secret weapon David Bryson uses the surprisingly garage-rocking first half to showcase vicious riffs.
Why we like it: Duritz, now 43, is a total headcase, but therein lies his undeniable charm. He’s not afraid to let his usual hangups hang out, from the perils of fame to his battles with depression. He’s also a shameless romantic, and when he spills his glorious guts (“I am the king of nothing!”), you can’t help but embrace him. History will remember the Counting Crows very, very well.
Reminds us of: This sucker would sound even better on crackly, late-night vinyl.
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Grade: B+

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What the hell does Adam Duritz say at the end of Los Angeles? Something about it being a "damn fine place to find a taco"? I heard it once, and it's been bothering me ever since. I understood what he said when I heard it the first time, but the CD's in my car and I can't remember. Whatever it was, it was hella-random.