
Imagine if you would, an album, where the songs have anthropomorphized, each with its own personality and style. They could be sitting around a boardroom table, or standing with champagne flutes in hand at a swanky party, but this particular group of songs is most likely sitting on mis-matched patio furniture around a bonfire pit in someone's backyard on an August night, beer in hand, ball cap pulled down low. There's an easy banter, a back and forth conversation between the songs, not completely linear, but most definitely connected. They're each on the same wave length, but they've all got [...]