Aww shucks. Here goes the dwindling threads of whatever remains of ‘indie cred.’ Whatever that should mean to anyone; take it or leave it. But in listening to Gomez’s newest release, and I know the review is still forthcoming and I might be stepping on toes here, I can’t help but feel this is a band that’s still sadly overlooked. I was never on board with much of their earlier material; the closest I ever came was with the more experimental moments on In Our Gun (which, sadly, were just too numerable). But on Split the Difference (I’m holding my tongue ’cause cheeky puns are just too numberable), they have toned down the experimentation a bit for what seems to a bit a pretty consistent effort. Tchad Blake’s production touches are obvious; the drums are a bit sturdier, and the guitars are much grittier than heretofore. The back-to-back “We Don’t Know Where We’re Going” and “Sweet Virginia” are at the album’s heart, and the strange-brew rhythms of the former are about as experimental as this one gets. I can’t stand the herky jerk guitar rock of “Where Ya Going?” but the meandering piano of “Meet Me In the City” picks it up, dusts it off, and leaves it properly behind. Gomez seems to have finally discovered that half-chewed experimentation and country-tonk Delta Blues don’t have to mash together on the very same track. There’s time for all of it.