The album, more an EP, is a brief affair. There are no wasted notes on it; or not many, which is not to say every note is mellifluous. It is a work that looks down on musical pyrotechnics, simpering singer/songwriter self-loathing, and aping of the style du jour. And yet it is those things eschewed that it also secretly sometimes wishes it could be. Maybe the grapes are sour... maybe not. It is a work cobbled from many influences. And despite the 'The Artists You Sound Like' section of this promotional, I can't say that it really sounds like any one of those listed. It is a futile exercise in categorizing because for Troubadour and the Sea Witch one day it's The Kinks and Fever Ray and the next MGMT and United States of America. They are a voracious pair when it comes to musical consumption and what goes in is not the same as what comes out. (Draw your own conclusions.) Regardless of it's aesthetic confusion, it is a work that can and does stand on it's own. Troubadour most definitely stands behind it. The Sea Witch wavers more. Perhaps therein lies their conflict. One thing is certain: You will not be able to listen to these musical nuggets without their tuneful goodness getting caught below the sticky pia mater of your brain. Enjoy the bit of mellotron, the off-kilter harmonies, the trumpet blasts, primal drums, somber keys, and cheerful strumming. Once you give yourself over, you will hum these melodies for a lifetime.