The relentless re-embrace of acoustic campfire ponderings and singalongs may seem a bit strange in the 21st century, but as far as everything progresses, there will always be a harkening back to some form of a mythic lost paradise of the form. That said, are just as taken by quietly tortured dark-night-of-the-soul whisperings, lo-fi oddities, and shards of feedback shade as they are of banjos and summertime evenings, giving a bit of an unsettled edge at various points. Songs like and the slightly goony swirl of shifting from marches to piano breaks and more, make for more fun than the straightforward if attractive enough compositions like and At their strongest, as on the brawling, complex the trio verges towards the explosive thrill of an act like if not reaching that act's effortless genre recombination. ~ Ned Raggett