No room can fit John Darnielle's voice. When it's quiet, it can suck any space empty, turning a mid-sized venue like Lee's Palace into a bedroom, complete with the friend awkardly singing his heart out. When it's loud, it seems as if no stadium could possibly hold his warbling shout. When Darnielle wanted to at Tuesday night's concert, he silenced the room, save for the clanking of a few empties at the back. Whispers......

It seems that any review of the latest Mountain Goats album, Get Lonely, requires at least one personal anecdote. Just look at Pitchfork. In a few sentences, we've already discovered the writer's marital status - engaged! How sweet. Or consider Toronto's Chromewaves, who proclaims that singer John Darnielle (at left) "is somehow plugged into the collective unconcious of humanity, or maybe just mine." Not that this personal response to Get Lonely is neccessarily a bad......