The irony in the title of King Missile's Happy Hour is apparent from the get-go; the majestic blast that opens the disc dives headlong into the thick drone of "Sink," where "all is holy in the sink." Singer-lyricist John S. Hall is obsessed by self-doubt, self-loathing, isolation, disconnection. King Missile provides a musical backdrop to Hall's warped lyrics that at times equals the textural...