Rackett - aka "the only rock band with a Pulitzer Prize winning poet as lyricist" - is back. With the release of its second album, Resistance, the band continues to do what it does best - defying the idea that academia and rock and roll don't mix.

This local act is famous for counting two (two!) Princeton University faculty, (insert poetry accolade here) winner Paul Muldoon and English professor Nigel "belongs in the seventeenth century" Smith, among its players. After its debut to crowds of snapping Terrace hipsters last fall, Rackett took off, scoring gigs at Joe's Garage and other NYC hotspots.

After all - Muldoon's naturally tousled hair, one-size too large suits, and droopy expression give him the nerdy, yet bad-ass look that take an entire marketing team for other bands (ahem, Weezer) to achieve.

This is probably because Muldoon's lyrics are a hell of a lot more accessible than his poetry. Compare " Comes to mind as another small/upheaval/amongst the rubble" from his poem, "The Frogs," to "For I'm lovesick I'm sick at heart/ so many things I need to know/ you keep me in the dark," the lyrics of "Need to know." Now if only it weren't so reminiscent of Marc Anthony.