The sadness that pervades "Ether Teeth" is a complete one. Andrew Broder is the one-man melancholy machine behind Fog, and he fully shares his misery on his latest album. Meticulously crafted sonics, built on turntables, samples and acoustic guitars, emphasize the cloudy atmosphere, and when Broder kicks in with a lyric like, "Aw crud, what a dud" or "It's easy to feel strange and lonely on these cold and drunken nights," the mood certainly doesn't lift. Even on a theoretically upbeat number such as "What-a-Day Day," in which Broder attempts to impart a little goofy happiness, he screws himself up by contributing a line like, "When Hitler marches down Lyndale like the Champs-Elysses." Brilliant.