Lindsey Buckingham was always the most punk of the soft-rockers. Never mind his following up Fleetwood Mac's Rumours with the weird-as-hell Tusk, recording vocals in the bathroom and trying to get Talking Heads with a marching band on the title track; even his Fleetwood hits are models of stripped-down intensity. "Go Your Own Way" is a driving rocker at its core, and "The Chain" achieves a creeping tension early Cure records would kill for. Buckingham's latest, Seeds We Sow, follows two late-career triumphs, 2006's Under the Skin and 2008's Gift of Screws. Like those records, the album features Buckingham's dexterous guitar work in the forefront, but never sacrifices soul in the face of showiness. Nothing is quite as paranoid or thrilling as his first solo outings, Law and Order and Go Insane, but the songs are warm and immediate, suggesting that Buckingham has balanced the unease that has defined so much of his work with a little hard-earned contentment.