Proclaiming their Songwriter Jangle Folk Rock in alternating war cries and whispers, this Portland band is nothing if not captivating.
It's a bit of a problem.
For instance, don't expect that you'll be able to tune out the lyrics to have a conversation.
Don't expect to get the melodies out of your head.
And certainly don't expect to leave the room, because just when you think you've pinned them down as a shredding rock band they will whip out the harmonica.
It's the sound you might get if Regina Spektor corrupted Judy Garland with quirk, and hired The Avett Brothers to raze the stage with slamming guitar chords and sibling harmonies.