there was a time once a few summers ago when i found myself in a room in Tennessee and was more or less reduced to staying there - no reason for it, other than that it wasn't home - listening to this album after having spent the season washing dishes and hearing "Moon Pix" and "The Covers Record," i had a few moments, or one continuous moment i guess, in which it became clear that Chan Marshall's songs were the soundtrack to every empty room i'd ever been in - tension and veiled purity on this album last beyond what's worth talking about - imagine the sound of someone wanting to stay inside, married to the experience of another's equilibrium - and music for the frequencies in-between - the only songwriter next to Will Oldham, Robert Pollard, and whoever else you might listen to - like a fusion of Son House, Roy Orbison, and Sonic Youth - and none of the above.