Tomorrow’s Hits

The Men, from Brooklyn, started six years ago as noise-punk heathens. They've been collecting musical and emotional accessories ever since: Their fifth album features harmonica, pedal steel, horns and pianos, and it opens with a sweet, slovenly roadhouse reminiscence about a guitar handed down from Mom in 1974. The Men haven't really mastered songwriting yet, but they're still great at song-bashing, whether it's on rampaging vamps like "Different Days" and "Pearly Gates," or on "Settle Me Down," a dappled, steady-rolling zoneout that could make a theoretical seventh side of All Things Must Pass. It may not be triple-album time for these guys yet, but they're working toward it.