Distractions require an inordinate amount of attention considering their namesake, combining Arthur Russell detail and Bill Callahan sentiment on a Scott Walker-sized stage of weird. Band leader Tom Owens' baritone voice is so starkly contrasted by the noir pop that surrounds it, the effect is that of a jarring blow. Seemingly opaque yet ornate as a church spire, melodies smolder while songs force you to confront them in unsettling altercations that you only remember when you wake up the next morning. But you remember them. Go see a black & white film in a theater you walked to alone on a whim on a cloudless night. It sounds like that.