a litany of working class character sketches in the garments of indie-rock circa your young adult years. The album is full of songs that ride on hope and broken dreams but never lets go of those knee jerk bends that project a subdued ferocity. Consequences are harsh but the investment pays ecstatic dividends. It is a bravadic response to some inferior delay in garage-rock circles that owes nothing to anyone, though one would practice folly to ignore the familiar sources.