But worry not, dear hearts. Although the tracks on Standards may be a tad more succinct than some of those on the act's previous salvo, 1998's TNT, the men of Tortoise (John McEntire, Douglas McCombs, John Herndon, Dan Bitney and Jeff Parker) remain as adventurous as ever. "Seneca," the opener, rides in on a swell of distorted guitar straight from the Jimi Hendrix School of National Anthem Playing before giving way to drum-and-bass rhythms, synthesized clapping, whining keyboards and finger-picked Fripp-ery that shouldn't cohere but do anyway. That's followed by "Eros," built upon the inspired juxtaposition of electronic burbles and gently hammered vibes; "Benway," in which a jazzy sub-melody is mated with rhythmic breaks that suggest Captain Beefheart in a beret; and "Firefly," an echo-laden slab of ambient guitar atmospherics with no interest in providing a nice segue between Incubus and Creed.
Those who've criticized Tortoise for musical intellectualism will find more grist for their mill: Although "Six Pack" swings to some degree, the players remain within the song's stricture rather than pushing beyond it. Yet several numbers exhibit more than their share of aural aggressiveness, including "Eden 2," marked by some prominent boom-thwack, and "Blackjack," which frequently finds the instrumentalists massing behind a single groove instead of allowing it to splinter. The effect pushes the music into the foreground without sacrificing the intricacy that's always made the band's albums so enjoyable to revisit.
The album's title may be something of an in-joke, since none of the compositions on hand has entered the lexicon of American songcraft. Nonetheless, Tortoise's standards remain thrillingly high -- Standards notwithstanding.