Long a part of the Omaha music scene, make their debut with their third full-length, , an album that fully explores the indie- that bands like have helped to define. Not that 's singer and guitarist is just another rip-off, because he is not. His voice has a compelling sonority to it, both plaintive and sure, and he's able to draw emotion without coming across as overly sentimental, like when he sings "I called you up late at night, I just can't speak when I'm high" on or wonders what will happen upon his own death on the -influenced complete with dobro-esque guitar solo. Much of the album, in fact, borders on the side of things (it's only toward the end, on songs like and that the band explore their roots), with lyrics that move between timeless ("Got my jacket on, got my suit on" from ) and modern ("got to google a question," from the excellent perhaps one of the first songs to use the lowercase "google" as verb), and slow, plodding songs that work carefully to form a complete album. Which means, of course, that superficially is flawed: has a lot of silly, clunky lines tucked within his more mellifluous phrases, and the songs, if carefully dissected, do begin to sound rather similar. But as an entire composition, the record presents a thorough and well considered idea, a feeling that begins at the first acoustic guitar chords of and carries well past the echoing trumpet of an album that isn't contained by its own physical limitations, and finds its success in its ability to convey an entire landscape, a situation, in beautifully stark clarity, even if the internal details might be blurred. ~ Marisa Brown