J Robbins is, quite simply, a brilliant song writer. After forming and ending the much-missed and highly influential Jawbox, he came back with this little beauty of a band. This, their second album, stands above the debut in manner of diversity and of basic progression. From the first song, it's obvious that this is going to be good.
There is a very unexpected and colourful flair to Burning Airlines that wasn't there in Jaxbox, and certainly not in most of the Dischord releases, except perhaps late Fugazi and Bluetip. Jawbox were brilliant, but this lot are something else. The actual title track is very strange, with it's hypnotic and almost waltzing dance-hall echo verse, and it's sludgy, almost comical choruses, it stands out like no other track on the CD. Basically all the songs stand out as being totally original, but at the same time confusingly familiar. Maybe it's Robbin's voice, maybe it's the underling alternative-yet-casual style which they're executed under.
Whatever. This is a damn good release. Get this and get Mission Control! too.