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Be it musical, mental, physical, or otherwise, the hiatus is over, and the shaggy of hair, sweet of voice, shambles of life, Evan Dando saga continues.

It is fitting that Dando is here, not only in Boston, where it all began, but also in the tiny Brattle Theatre, which ordinarily resigns itself to old movies. The place looks and smells like an attic-the-perfect setting for a rummage through Dando's past.

From the look of the crowd, he's not the only one taking a trip through the way-back machine. Middle-aged

alterna-nostalgics are waiting anxiously, perched forward in their chairs,

ready to do some reminiscing about the days before Limp Bizkit and LFO, and

dying to show off their indie-spotting skills by yelling out to note that

they already know what the song is.

He may be changing his lifestyle, but he certainly isn't changing his style.

There's no DJ-accompanied hard-house-edge, no dancers, no political

sloganeering, Back-cataloguers like the softly strummed version of 'Down

About It'
and a self-conscious 'My Drug Buddy' are sobering reminders of

Dando's triumphant ability to write good folksy pop-rock songs. Granted, the

songs are simple, short, and often formulaic. He sings about: A: Drugs

(being on them/not being on them), B: Love (having one/not having one), C:

Inanimate objects (the should-be-dumb, but actually really oddly touching

'Stove' and 'My Favorite T'), or D: All of the above. The trick though, is

he peddles them all like candy-gooey centre, with the occasional crunchy

guitar coating.

He's a damn sly salesman too, straight-facing lines like: [I]"I

can't go away with you on a rock-climbing weekend/What if something's on

TV and never shown again" for the sarky 'The Outdoor Type'.

The new songs, at least in this setting, can easily pass for old ones.

'Arise', about the Heavens' Gate cult suicide, might as well be his Charles

-tribute 'Ride with Me', and the Ben Lee-penned 'All My Life', which

features the support group confession, [I]"All my life I thought I needed all

the things I didn't need at all".

Then there is a moment, an erratic crack, a chanty a cappella rendition of

what turns out to be the Hungarian traditional 'Gloomy Sunday'. Dando backs

off the mic and begins frantically ruffling his hair. We would hate it if we

could peg him completely anyway. Forgiveness follows quickly though, as he

kicks into Big Star's 'Thirteen' with an anecdote about playing it for Keith

, but never making it to the 'Paint It, Black' line on Keef's

song-stopping insistence that he "roll a joint". In the end, Dando is a lot

like our beloved Keef; consistently back from the dead to remind us how much

we missed him. Welcome back.

Benjamin Wolford

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