And so Grandaddy pass off into the sunset, beaten by apathy. Thankfully they aren't going with the tail between their legs. Just Like the Fambly Cat is a mighty roar of a final album, when all that could have been expected was a whimper.
The signs didn't look good for this final album, what with the band on the verge of splitting up and last year's mini-album Excerpts From the Diary of Todd Zilla being a lacklustre effort saved by two or three tunes. Add to this the fact that the band's last full length album Sumday was easily their worst, too bloated and plodding after the frankly thrilling first two efforts, and it looked as if this once great band were going to destroy the good reputation they had deservedly built for themselves.
Thankfully Fambly Cat proves to be a fitting epitaph for the band, an adrenaline rush that makes you lament the fact that the band are already doomed. The album does what the earlier Grandaddy releases done with ease, a combination of cracking little rocky pop numbers with some sad, beautiful songs that really complimented Jason Lyttle's voice, all the time retaining a sense of humour and playfulness, something that Sumday sadly missed.
Of the rock numbers Disconnecty and Geez Louise are great pop and Rear View Mirror demonstrates more verve than at any other point in the band's career and is a candidate for their best song. Where I'm Anymore and This is How it Always Starts are heart breaking. The album does make a couple of mis-steps, the opener and 50% being particularly poor, and the curse of Sumday rears its ugly head again in the shape that the album is a little too bloated. It could have done with a little trimming but its easy to see why the band would want to include as much as possible.
So it isn't perfect, but then that's kind of the point when it comes to Grandaddy, so top marks for a fitting last album. They'll be sorely missed.