When the songs aren't quiet and true, there's a certain rough business about this album, and whether it's aging or a leathery heart or "old hair peppered with grey," according to "Saving the Good Stuff for You", I have my own theory. A few years ago, I was sent an email from a friend describing how he'd met the guitarist at a Los Angeles Kings game. Sitting alongside him, he learned that he was a season-ticket holder, and that hockey was his favourite game. Wisdom and age and longevity certainly have something to do with the sound and feel and poetry of Electric, but that dark fighting spirit and relentless toughness? That comes straight from the ice.