Best I can figure, Andy Wagner must love bad weather. His third record, Those Who Forgive, is a complex meteorolgy of bedroom tsunamis, drunk midnight thunder and unexpected frosts. I imagine him green-screened in front of a map of a seriously busted heart, gesturing at the cold front moving in and explaining that it is only going to get worse. And he is smiling, somehow. These songs take a kind of delight, that is neither cynical nor ironic, in reporting the daily sadnesses we endure, the sadnesses that remind us we are, in fact, truly alive.