The early songs on this wonderful album are exactly the kind of music I got into blogging to write about: Dark, lofi indie rock with intricate guitar work and the weight of the world in every lyric. Then we hit track five and this Brooklyn-based band turns country. It’s almost jarring. But it’s also welcome. If they needed to prove they could channel Patsy Cline, they did.
But they don’t have to prove shit. This is one great record.
