On “Civil War,” Sunset’s Bill Baird likens his own internal struggles to an imagined existential crisis by Mark Twain. A nom de guerre does not an inner war make, but the former Sound Team songwriter delivers a schizophrenic and disjointed rough draft, alternately cheeky and sincere, under yet another moniker.
Reminds us of: Tin Pan Alley | The Bourne Identity | Trudy’s Mexican martinis