If there are those who plan beyond suicide, their number does not include American Aquarium (AA). A small alt-country band that had settled in a place somewhere a bit rockier than the land of their great uncle Wilco and a tad more rural than Lucero, their cousin, they couldn’t have been much clearer about their thoughts on their future when they titled their previous album Burn. Flicker. Die.. The sounds, all histrionic yearning, and the lyrics, packed with pathos, made certain nobody missed the point. It was as clear an act of artistic self-immolation as possible, one that not only seemed to burn out all of the rot in the band but to also draw by light of this blaze the kind of commercial support and critical attention a lack of which had led to this suicide in the first place.