As lusciously glum as "Newton" is, though, Wilson goes on to stretch his soul across as wide a psychic landscape as Morrissey himself used to. While sonically touching base with everything from Modern Life-era Blur to the Psychedelic Furs to labelmate Death Cab for Cutie, the group sketches grainy thumbnails of anatomy, breakups, injuries and insomnia with a twisted grimace and a morbid wit that is a little too wise and literate to be the result of simply wearing too much black on the outside. Even in the face of certain apocalypse, Wilson's assumed persona in "Haley" tackles the hereafter with a wink and a kick in the ass: "You wanna play hide and seek?/NO! I wanna play at sardines in a bomb shelter with love and AM radio." Or, as the bard once so eloquently put it: "If it's not love, then it's the bomb that will bring us together."