A little scrappy, a little edgy, and a whole lot of attitude. It’s the leather pants-wearing, motorcycle diaries, magic carpet ride side of those butterfly-collar-filled flower child years. Gone are the twee peg-legged hipster Camerawalls. This new sound is big baggy blues and full of business. Catch and count all the literary references you can just for fun, and linger over the lyrics and the sly mysteries they hide.