Malkmus And The Jicks are a bit like your dad’s weekend band. Imagine Malkmus setting up the garage, buying in the beers, stretching his Silver Jews tee over his tiny pot and gritting his teeth because Jick Mike Clark is late again. “This is my friend Beck. He’s producing our new album,” Malkmus says. You shrug. You’re glad he’s happy. He’s making nice songs, even if the title reminds you of a sex-ed diagram.