It's the morning after a long night out, and the Stars Here are waking up with their heads swimming... it's time to play. They set up, call a few friends over, and get to the day's business: Twelve songs. They play "Econoline Van", a riff-rocker that struts and staggers like a band on a bender. "Everybody Knows", slowly rolling like the whiskey shots still in their stomachs. They chime into "Sinking Ships", a shimmering classic/country rock melody. Slowly, the hangovers persist, the band slows down. As the band rolls through the hungover-country-optimism of "Mustabin" and the drunken stomp of "Blood", they let their friends add personal flourishes: a tambourine here, a little pedal steel guitar, maybe a duet...and as the day progresses, the Stars Here have an epiphany: "This is how a record should be made."