Album Review: Tim Rogers - Rogers Sings Rogerstein

If you've stuck with the now elegantly crumpled Timothy Adrian Rogers over the years, there are still insights to be had. Not as obvious as that boy mooning about that girl under the Glebe Point Bridge, but immerse yourself in these songs and you'll find some truths. He's that mostly quiet guy at your local who occasionally laughs a little too loud, but you like him when he just smiles and reveals softer snippets – like getting wistful about the kids he doesn't see enough. That moment here is the self-explanatory Part Time Dads, where little events like wrapping the sandwiches become precious memories.

The music is a grab-bag of what he's been listening to all his life. A whiff of bluegrass in Go On Out, Get Back Home, some slightly bleary-eyed country to Walkin' Past The Bars. Of course, that title might be a lie. Those old T.Rex albums that often give me solace or an excuse to dance around the kitchen are also on the playlist. One O' The Girls and another just right title – I Love You Just As You Are, Now Change – have the correct glam choogle to them. The difference is Marc Bolan used to make nonsense words sound important, where Rogers perhaps underplays the secrets and feelings in his lyrics.

There's even room for a good-natured slap at Beefy Jock Guys & Modern Dance Music. We applaud the revival of the fine Australian term 'boofhead' as a descriptor therein. As it closes with the Stonesy saunter of Let's Be Dreadful, you know everything is going to be okay. At least until the next thing comes along to fuck it up.