"I'm just trying to make some sense outta me," Adam Duritz tells us early on in "Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings"—an angsty quest he's stretched across five Counting Crows studio albums. Fortunately, Duritz and company know how to make that conundrum rock with anthemic ferocity or treat it with melodies so plaintive they positively shimmer. All those virtues are intact here, a concept piece of sorts on which the first, hard-rocking half of the album revels in sin, or at least sinful intent, and the second exhibits the contrition of Sunday morning. The band stretches out in some new directions on the trance-y "Washington Square" and incorporates psychedelic overtones into "Insignificant" and "Le Ballet d'Or." "You Can't Count on Me" sounds like the flip side of a Bruce Springsteen love song, and such tracks as "1492," "Cowboys" and "Come Around" rock with sweeping dynamic energy.—Gary Graff