At least until his new, Will Sexton-produced album drops in January, there’s probably no album I return to over and over to like Randy Weeks’ Sugarfinger. From the ominous first track “Looking for a Good Time” through the brilliant cover of Ella Fitzgerald’s “I’d Rather Go Blind” - which Weeks absolutely makes his own - to the final murky “If You Won’t Take the Medicine,” Sugarfinger is the most adult album I’ve encountered in ages.
Sure, Weeks can occasionally lift us with a summery love song like “Transistor Radio,” but his true calling is messed-up, faltering, gone-down-the-tubes relationships told through a dark, ominous, sometimes slightly misogynistic magnifyiing glass that never misses a single detail. Love is no game for Weeks, and he’s not a good loser; check out “Linoleum” from Sold Out at the Cinema, where the narrator comes home to find his baby "wrapped up on the linoleum" with some other guy. They die there.
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Or check out “Why’d You Have to Tell Me Lies,” where Weeks explains to his lover that he’s going to have to take out the little Winchester he keeps underneath the bed so she can explain why she had to tell him lies: "We're goin' to heaven, even if we have to fly." No, Weeks is in no way a good loser.
Still, for all the murk and noir, Weeks brings something to his rock that no one else quite matches, which is why he‘s always been surrounded by stellar players like Tony Gilkyson, Josh Grange and Mike Stinson. Since moving to Austin last year, Weeks’ lineup includes two Houston good ol' boys in Jack Saunders and Steve Poss. While the weather holds, take the kids, the dog and a picnic basket and go downtown to support this fine music series, because this is as good as free entertainment gets. - William Michael Smith
6:30 p.m. tonight at Discovery Green, 1500 McKinney.