To call this gutsy sophomore album a 180-degree turn from its predecessor would be a gross understatement. Wood veers so dramatically from the virtues for which Moxy Fruvous has become known - witty, immediate, folk-based pop - it's perverse. The 11 songs - plus an unlisted bit of goofiness, Hey, Organ Grinder - are, for the most part, stubbornly subdued and in no hurry to get where they're going. It all adds up to the proverbial "transitional" album and makes Wood seem mostly like a necessary step on the way to album number three.
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