The Potter is dead*, long live the Potter.

*Not a Spoiler. Talkin' about the book series.

So, naturally, now that Harry Potter is finished, I've come up against a dilemma: What the hell am I supposed to talk about now? Certainly not anything that's actually happening in my life because, honestly, there's not a thing going on with me right now that would make me glad to write about it. Then I decided, you know what? I'm still going to talk about Harry Potter. Or at least ancillary cultural curios having to do with Harry Potter.

I'm going to talk about wizard rock again.

You may or may not recall my original entry on this subject. If you don't, then it obviously didn't do anything for you, so I won't make you read it again. You should read this, though; it's good. In that entry, I noted one wizard rock band (or artist or what have you), and I gave him a bit of a short shrift. This band is the Remus Lupins. My position on him/them has evolved, particularly in the last few days, so, if I may: A Review.

Now, if you're a fan of wizard rock (and I actually don't think anyone reading this is, except maybe kinda the Spish), there's one thing that it's hard to ignore sometimes: it's not really very good. Usually. There's a lot of reasons to like it, mostly, sentimentality over the subject, an admiration for a grass-roots musical approach, and the fact that, sometimes, you're a total dork and you don't care who knows it. In terms of your usual rigorous, High-Fidelity-style appraisal of music goes, however, no. It falls short. On the plus side, the last CD Harry and the Potters put out is so good you can pretty much ignore the two that came out before it. On the down side, most of these people can't really sing, they're appalling lyricists, and the production quality is low. Even when the participants are talented and clever, like my favorites The Moaning Myrtles, the quality of their best recording can put you in mind of listening to someone's high school talent show entry.

The Remus Lupins, an outfit that usually consists entirely of one fellow, Alex Carpenter, is the exception. Please watch carefully as I draw him in with one arm and backhand him with the other. (Wizard rock gets most of its support from the MySpace community, of which I am happy to say that I am not a part. This, I think, allows me to feel hardly any guilt when I'm bitchy where I feel it's due.) From his various writings and YouTube cameos, I get the impression that Mr. Carpenter is one smarmy, unctuous motherfucker. He seems to exude a big-fish-in-a-small-pond complacency that can only, by default, betray hastily concealed insecurities. This is probably borne of his growing up in LA. (Sorry.) Despite this, I really rather like him. Mostly, because his music is damn good. At least, his Harry Potter music is. I sought out some of his non-magical original compositions, and boy are they. Meandering quasi-poetic treatises set to non-commital arrangements about how he can't catch a break with girls. Yikes. But in Harry Potter, he seems to have found his muse. The samples available at various online venues were good enough that I decided I wanted to fork over more cash than was necessary to buy his two CDs. (I say more than necessary because I accidentally bought one that was shipped to my Rutgers mailbox. Oh well. I hope whoever gets it likes it, though my hopes of that are low. Fucking Rutgers.)

The first one, Spells From A Broken Wand, was basically a scam. There is a handful of really good songs, but all of them can be heard on the 'net. The best parts are in the advertisement. All the rest exist along a continuum of suck. Disappointing! Although the Hollywood shines through again in the highly attractive packaging of both CDs. Besides the fact that the front insert is a little skint, I would defy anyone to claim that the artsy photos and high-quality printing isn't as good as the quality you would find on more mass-produced albums.

It was with some ambivalence, then, that I settled in to listen to the second effort, I Was A Teenage Werewolf. I am so glad I did. Not only is there not a single song that sucks on the whole album, but every single song is good. This is doubly impressive considering that the CD offers up 19 tracks. And let's be clear, when I say "good" I don't mean "good for what it is" I mean, "real, actual, I-wouldn't-be-embarrassed-to-tell-my-friends-about-this, good music good." The greatest strength of this album and this artist is that it sounds like real music. It is real music.

It starts with the sweet and catchy throw-back called "Wizard Rock Twist." Sounds just like what it is. Well it starts in the morning when you get out of bed/And take a look in the Mirror of Erised/It's clear as day/That your true desire's/To do the twist. It ends with "The Marauders' Map" a quick closer that feels almost like a bonus track. There's really only one line, but you already know what it is, so if you're anything like me it'll be hard to stop yourself from singing along almost immediately. In between, with only a few slight missteps, there's wall-to-wall excellence. Naturally, some songs are better than others. A decent number of them are fantastic. There's not one I wouldn't want to hear again, and that's better than I can say for almost every artist I listen to who wasn't planning reunion tours by the time I was born.

A stand-out, for me, is the song "Proud." The most ambitious offering, at just under five minutes, it's the longest by far on the CD. Slow and steady, it never overstays its welcome, earning every second. It's also notable because it's something of a string-puller. Most wizard rock tends to be humorous or at least somewhat winking. It tends to be helpful, when you're penning mediocre compositions about The Boy Who Lived, to have some self-awareness of what you're doing. When the songs try for earnest and touching, which they eventually must, they wind up sounding corny. They are. It'll take all your affection for the genre to look past that. Not here, though. In another pleasant surprise, Mr. Carpenter has managed to craft a truly poignant and affecting song. It's my favorite.

If I normally recommend music to you and you like listening to good music, I recommend this album.