"Spectres" is the 4th record from Chicago's The Thin Man. They continue to spin their dusty, twilight tales of lovers, drunks, madmen and gendarmes. They start off with a nod to Motown and Neil Young (featuring the dulcet tones of Ms. Edith Frost), move seamlessly into a horn-drenched blues and then take a rickety old train careening noisily into the heart of Paris. Did we mention accordions? The wistful "Don't Look Back", will have you slow-dancing in your swivel chair, whereas "Polar Bears and Lollipops" is an upbeat toe-tapper featuring floating nooses and singing in the bath. The Thin Man explores many different styles on this record but it never seems forced. The band's personality courses through the songs and ties them together as a unified whole. The members of The Thin Man have been playing together for 5 years. Delusions of grandeur, hatred and egomania have led to only a handful of scuffles, resulting in relatively few injuries. From this they have emerged as a bloody good band - tight and fluid, muscular and supple. They are eager to tour to promote the new record which they are confident is their best work to date. What some people have said about the other records: Greasy Heart: Spin magazine: "An Undertaker Muses..." was selected as one of the 20 Essential Downloads, Dec '06 Rockin, rollickin' unlabellable stuff that takes Tom Waits' music and funnels it through the Strokes, as sung by Nick Cave. Or just imagine Gogol Bordello if weren't so retarded. readjunk.com ...narrative tunes that balance eloquent melancholy with sly drollery and barbed wit. The new disc has a junk-shop goth aesthetic and a wagonload of skewed carnival sounds, but it also draws on the anglicized R & B and country of fellow Englishmen like Ian Dury, Graham Parker, and Wreckless Eric. Bob Mehr, Chicago Reader Greasy Heart, the band's third full-length, is the best yet at drawing you, or yanking you, into its dangerous world to the point where you want to tear up your ticket home. The Thin Man's songs conjure a world designed by a committee of Bertolt Brecht, Charles Dickens, and Al Capone. popmatters (8/10) The Thin Man have widened their appeal, and while the general indie snob rule equates accessibility with a lack of artistic merit, it just simply isn’t the case here. A superior album in almost every respect. Beat the Indie drum H.M.S. Mondegreen: Greenrod's songwriting is impecable and catchy as all hell. The music reminds you of walking down dirty streets at night; a soundtrack of toughness. But The Thin Man's albums also have lots of humor and fun word play. There is nothing cliche going on at any moment. Greenrod is like a dark folk version of My Bloody Valentine's Kevin Shields