And that's saying a lot--most of the more straight-up rock songs are nothing to stomp on. The organ on "The Naked and Alone" makes it cool and weird, much like the song's refrain of "naked is as naked does," and the synth on "Cheap Like Sebastien" makes it relaxed and warm. "Chances Are" swings country-rock style, but then the Latin rhythms start to bleed in on "A Rent Boy Goes Down." Both threads weave together best, though, on the very first track, "My Sword Hand's Anger," which begins with atmospheric guitar notes and then erupts into an anthemic chant.
Things start to become less interesting toward the end, with "Justine, Beckoning," once Apostle of Hustle begins to stop blending that Cuban influence into the music; if only the whole album was as diverse and rhythmic as the first nine songs.