" DISHES IN THE KITCHEN SINK! " A long list of things in John Darnielle's step-house: tales of ordinary madness. The Sunset Tree is one long song sung to his past. The title is obscure; perhaps it means "thrifty folk"; a household that has to repair its worn-out broom, (and sweep all sorts of things under the carpet). The food is no better than " fresh fuel for the sodium flares "; processed, salty crap that he gets his kicks out of burning. It's more than Caulfield iana. He's deeply affected by the mundane; depressed by untidiness and low-income ennui. But when he's " in your arms ", " in the long tresses of your hair " this goes away. Things go elemental. He's a wild creature escaping out from under "the king of the jungle", an abusive stepfather. (We can find anything disturbing and anything profound.) I'd thought that the arms he was saved by were his mother's, but in other places ( L...