Mike Kinsella begins his 11th Owen album by singing about a suitcase that was “big enough to hold all my shit and then some at 21, but now in my 40s, I travel with much more dirty laundry.” It lets you know right off the bat that he’s not singing about his teenage feelings anymore, but if you think his sad bastard music is something to grow out of, just you wait. On The Falls of Sioux, Mike’s unmistakable songwriting style is as highly detailed and emotionally impactful as ever, both comforting in its familiarity and discomforting in its casual devastation. Like the last two Owen albums, it was made with co-producers S. Carey and Zach Hanson, and it finds the trio continuing to expand Owen’s sonic palette. Along with the delicate acoustic guitars that have pop...