This was another fairly light week for me, in part because I’m still trying to catch up on music reviews I owe. One of those went up: an assessment of the new album from Crooked Fingers. This was one of the instances in which I was assigned the release instead of claimed it. It actually took me a really long time to figure out my angle on the review. As the numerical rating indicates, this is one of those albums that was clearly good, but didn’t stir me especially deeply. It’s not background music, but it’s one of those CDs that winds up on the shelf after a couple of listens, destined to be untouched until some sort of collection pruning happens. It’s easy to write about something terrible and trickier but fully manageable to write about something great. It’s the middle ground stuff that’s sometimes the hardest to tackle.