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Lou starts out with an ode to the spirit in his house, and by the end of the side mine are answering back. First the teakettle pipes a three-note descant to “The Gun,” and then, as the tone arm sweeps down off the title track, my rinky-dink Crosley cuts things short with a resplendent zhhhooomp! Scary. Glenn Dixon