"Drum loops are soulless," opines Jimmy Griffin in a note attached to six demos representing the oeuvre (so far) of his new band, The Incurables. But Griffin's not a contrarian or a fuddy-duddy. If you've heard his mad glam-metal science with the now-defunct King of the Hill or Nadine, or with multiple cover bands, or even as guitarist for Walkie Talkie U.S.A. (don't believe the rumors he hasn't quit), you know he's no Luddite. But who would have guessed an introspective power-pop singer-songwriter lurked behind all that leather and mascara? The precise geometry and warm crunch of his guitar work serves as both compliment and contrast to the frailty of his love songs, with melodies and harmonies that recall Bowie as much as Badfinger, and lyrics that dive, again and again, into the mess of love.