The Pale Young Gentlemen are indeed pale. But unless my eyes have deceived me, theyâ€™re not all gentlemen and at least one of them is gonna get a smack from mama for their chauvinism. Maybe thatâ€™s why thereâ€™s all of this talk of only having one good arm, and running through barley and other slightly macabre circumstances. â€œThe Crook of My Good Armâ€ is an escape songâ€”the string section is low and immediate, the guitar is frantic, and the vocals and lyrics fall somewhere between Tom Waits and Rufus Wainwright. What theyâ€™re escaping from, weâ€™re not sure. But thereâ€™s a good chance itâ€™s mamaâ€™s wooden spoon.