new but welcome nonetheless. With his barbed falsetto and army of guitars, Lindley continues to dismember and rev up old rock tunes like "Do Ya Wanna Dance" and "Papa Was a Rollin' Stone," but the finest revision here is Warren Zevon's "Werewolves of London," which is crazier and greasier than the writer ever imagined. The album goes out on "Tiki Torches at Twilight," a Casio-charged bopper that is as funny and lasting as a prime Fire-sign Theater record. Linda Ronstadt gets the production credit, and perhaps the best thing about this appropriately named album is that you'd never have guessed. (RS 540)

JIMMY GUTERMAN