Music

Its a shot right down the alt-rock center; a peacock walk right through the front door.

You can hear echoes of something like a Fleetwood Mac in the happy marriage of rock flavors with the soul of a country ballad and the precise use of electric guitar to adorn the mix with blues licks.

Bluestaeb gives us a synth-driven pocket groove, some enigmatic breaks, and an easy flow.

I hear echoes of a Josh Ritter circa Animal Years, with a similar youthful vitality and nondepletable store of lyrical fire.

Some really subtle lyrics and a wide range of instrumentation make this a very atmospheric track with a circular theme and some poignant detail.

Thompson Faulk keeps up the front-porch stomp and weaves in some aww-shucks about putting it all on the line for your lady.

It is that backbeat chop, the dirt, the nowhere-to-hide nature of the entire arrangement that just says gritty blues with a Hendrix-style pomp.

Its all energy, drums, and shattered vocals; the chorus refrain serving as a gear itself, twisting, repeating, and snarling while the song arrangement circles around.