In the '80s Marshall Crenshaw could find a bittersweet shadow of
melancholy on the sunniest day. He was a pop-rock classicist imbued
with the verities of smart but not intellectualized words and melodious
music, supple and never wimpy as he addressed the human heart. On his
first album in several years, Crenshaw's core sound remains intact,
sometimes delivered with a harder guitar edge than in the...