Like a Metaphor Basement Bar
The shiny, candy-apple surfaces of Toronto music lifer Rob Szabo's pure-pop songs are irresistible bait; it's impossible not to swallow the hooks buried inside. Three songs along, just when those hooks -- the captivating vocals, catchy tunes, smart lyrics, killer chord changes -- have sunk in, Szabo slides into a suite of heavyweight grabbers that reel you neck-deep into dark, familiar waters. Tales of casual addiction ("We're All Alcoholics"), fucked-up relationships ("No One"), heartbreaking compromises and contradictions ("Good Son") and paralyzing fear ("Nothing Really Ever Happens Here") are all set to the prettiest melodies around. Like a Metaphor includes a bonus DVD with three videos and a fine documentary introduction to the man. I've docked a half-point for occasionally being just a tad too clever (albeit forgivably, like prime Costello), but it's a great album nonetheless. HOWARD DRUCKMAN
ROB SZABO PLAYS THE CAMERON HOUSE (408 QUEEN W) JULY 14.