Artists from Elton John to Blue Oyster Cult have gladly handed lyric-writing duties over to an outside party. Yet even with their deep knowledge of that tradition, psych-pop quintet Eyelids approached the prospect of recording an album using the words of Larry Beckett with some trepidation. Some of that was to do with the poet/lyricistโ€™s legacy as a collaborator of Tim Buckley, the late folk legend. But there were also worries of not being able to connect with words that werenโ€™t their own.

None of that apprehension is present in Eyelidsโ€™ fourth full-length The Accidental Falls. The group still finds fresh possibilities in the seemingly exhausted supply of guitar-based music, assisted through every step of the journey by producers Peter Buck (R.E.M.) and Tucker Martine. They apply the perfect amounts of shimmer and aching melody to โ€œMermaid Bluesโ€ and the slow-building โ€œCeremony,โ€ and dogged rock on the title track and โ€œ1, 2, 3.โ€ The latter may be one of their finest moments as a band, starting with a sinuous groove and closing with an acid-drenched guitar battle.

The addition of Beckettโ€™s lyrics only draws the bandโ€™s psychedelic influences further into focus. As with his poetry, Beckett delights in wordplay (โ€œKiss me I slap/ Slap me I kiss/ Iโ€™ve had enough of โ€˜Love Me Tenderโ€™,โ€ Slusarenko sings on โ€œRiverโ€), and slightly starry-eyed visions (see: the lovelorn โ€œMermaid Bluesโ€) reminiscent of his best-known work like โ€œSong to the Sirenโ€ or โ€œMorning Glory.โ€ Combined with vocal turns from Slusarenko and Moen that evoke Left Banke singer Steve Martin Caro or Colin Blunstone of the Zombies, The Accidental Falls feels like a successful version of those re-recordings that bands from the โ€™60s and โ€™70s make as a way to update their hits for a modern audience.

Robert Ham is the Mercury's former Copy Chief. He writes regularly about music, film, arts, sports, and tech. He lives semi-consciously in far SE Portland with his wife, child, and four ornery cats.