On Jet Lag Josiah Wolf reprises his role as Why?'s drums and glockenspiel maestro. 'The Trailer and the Truck' opens the album with amp hiss, a pair of dancing glock lines and, then, a barrage of off-beat machine-gunning drum stabs. So far everything is going to plan and as expected. After this initial aural slap in the face however, things settle down to create a record created largely of mid-tempo, delicate and, dare I say it, sweet tunes.Unsurprisingly the bulk of Jet Lag is built upon a well executed blend of glockenspiel, drums and acoustic guitars. Josiah's vocals pine innocently and when added to the lush instrumentation of tracks like 'The Opposite of Breathing' or 'Gravity Defied' the whole thing comes off something akin to the Flaming Lips or Granddaddy. Rhythms shuffle, guitars pick sparkling melodies and glocks are used for both staccato rhythm are beds of sustained swells. It's all quite delightful really.Well I say it's quite delightful, we've not touched on the lyrical content yet. You know when you were at school (or maybe you still are at school) and there were/are the bleeding heart lost loves who scrawled half-arsed metaphors and rhyming couplets about their pain into A5 exercise books or onto the back of a diary? Well, to compare it to the back page of a sixth former's diary is perhaps being a little unfair, but Jet Lag deals quite explicitly with the break up of Josiah's marriage ("Unused 'I love you''s build up in my throat and my appartment smells like divorce"). With the subject matter so continually and explicitly addressed it can, for me at least, become a little trying. I'm all for a good break up album, but the balance of catharsis and bleeding heart needs to be pitched better than it is here.One thing that makes me a little uncomfortable is how everything is written in the first and second person. Josiah is talking directly to someone and we're here, cup to the wall, earwigging on another couple's pain "You told me not to talk / just the sound of my voice increases your state of anger". And these lyrical quotes of broken hearted pain don't just stop there: "When you told me that I wasted your twenties I didn't know what to say," or "For eleven years we didn't touch another and now I can't sleep / it's the kind of jet lag that makes a man weep" or "It's bad to not know how to care, but to know how not to care." I risk sounding insensitive but this is merely the tip of the lyric quoting iceberg. A little reading between the lines would have been nice.I'm torn on this record. Almost every track here stands up pretty well on its own. Musically things are interesting and inventive; lyrically Josiah does have many nice turns of phrase. We could even through the word 'juxtaposition' into the mix as these odes of a bleeding heart are mostly set against sweet, bouncy melodies. As a whole though Jet Lag is too saccharine to go down in one helping.