The debut album from Alabama singer/songwriter , who operates under the old tobacco baseball card-worthy nom de plume , has the faded patina of a pull-tab beer can or a museum-bound ship's manifest. ' bluesy croon bears a resemblance to weathered '60s and '70s singer/songwriters like , and , and his offbeat arrangements and guitar noodling often echo the cosmic British-folk stylings of . Still, for all of its retro-trappings, the ten-song set is delivered with enough vitality to mitigate the fact that it often feels like it just tumbled out of some old hobo's knapsack. is a compelling and inventive songwriter with innate Southern charm, and he navigates the sounds of the past, from countrypolitan ("Easter Eggs") and soft rock ("Stockholm Syndrome") to jazz-tinged psych-pop ("Clockwork Town") with the raw confidence -- minus the hubris and bravado -- of a man in his mid-twenties. Each time you think you've got him pegged he takes a detour, with sporadic bouts of dissonance resolving into lush melodic refrains and lyrics that balance tried and true troubadour aphorisms with surreal -ian imagery. This is ' first outing with a full band -- his work up to now has been mostly stripped-down, with just guitar and upright bass at the fore -- and the studio musicians assembled by ' are more than up to the task of interpreting his offbeat, Southern Gothic-meets-Laurel Canyon vibe. is unapologetically rooted in the past, but is just idiosyncratic and genuinely talented enough to avoid pastiche, as he effortlessly amalgamates Southern blues, country, folk, pop, and jazz into something that evokes by way of or . ~ James Christopher Monger