What do Jeff Buckley, Gomez, Lloyd Cole, George Harrison, Lou Reed, Ben Harper and Prince have in common? They all appear in ghostly cameos on the debut album from the Texas stranger David Garza. Every song on Overdub sounds like a slightly off-kilter ode to the brilliant artists listed above, and another handful I could mention. While the shadow of these influences flicker about the edges of Garza's world, his music is positively original and rather than copping their styles, he merely borrows a little here and there--creating a party where Garza is the keg, that everyone gathers around to partake. Overdub is a unique and generous creation--particularly for the alternative purists of the last couple of decades. As out of left field as they are right down the middle of the plate, this spicy collection of modern rock hymns, come across as sacred and irreverently American as having sex with an apple pie. "Crown of Thorns" is a tex/mex romper that jangles as it deftly juxtaposes Saturday Night and Judgement Day. Garza speaks in tongues, with a compellingly consistent attitude that unabashedly rings of prophesy from soup (Genesis) to nuts (Revelations.)