In that time, Generals frontman Chris Flemmons found solace in agoraphobia, and then turned outward to the band's hometown, Denton, Texas. Once rekindled with the Denton music scene, he created 35 Denton, a Denton-based music festival.
As he kept busy with the festival, a scrapped first draft of "Jackleg" and a decade ambled by and the band learned to adapt to a harsher musical environment. The new album abandons the stark, pointed delivery of a drunken front porch serenade that was "No Silver/No Gold." Gone are the gin brawls and bar crawls; the hunger pains of a 10 year musical fast are sounded by a string section that plucks and oozes notes into Flemmons' compositions.
Flemmons appears to prefer to burn slowly like forgotten thoughts than to flameout like smoke tracers of fireworks on the Fourth of July. His tuneless squall chugs along with the bitter squish of Peter Salisbury's keys on "Dog That Bit You." The track cracks and pops with the snapping insistence of heartstrings set aflame by the frustration caused by problems left unsaid.
He postulates, "Here comes your silent defense/It doesn't make any sense/Just saying nothing at all." Then later, "I want to know the dog that bit you."
It seems appropriate to crack open a beer in his honor and hope he gets his answer.