From the album’s opener Why Not A House, the telepathic interplay of the band is on full display with phrases that ebb and flow in a manner reminiscent of classic jazz ensembles. Unmistakably a guitar album, this complexity is disguised with tunes such as Cold Coffee and Satanic Mills that float on the band’s trademark unrooted harmonics and rolling rhythms.

Lyrically the album deals with distances of both time and space. The desperation and comfort of being stranded; the anxiety of travel, highways, borders, separations and reunions. Jim McIntyre’s confessions deliver infinitely relatable nostalgia and melancholy sung in his instantly identifiable, pure voice. A welcome return from one of Canada’s strongest songsmiths.