This foursome from San Diego churns out loose, breezy prog splashed with Rhodes and lilting guitar remniscient of Petty, VU, and Gram Parsons. It’s a drive west into a constant sunset: mellow pleasure and unaffected excitement.

“She’s a Wolf” kicks off the dazed trip in a VW van’s first gear while “Come On Virginia” pops the cap off of Coke-commercial fizz. “Paisley Patterns” is as trippy as it sounds. “Lower the Heavens” is a plucky interlude that rolls into the second half of the album. “Try to Get By” is an affectionate alt-bayou stomp, which is the band’s sixth mood in six songs. “In the Morning” is a “Sunday Morning”/”Good Feeling”-style lullaby, and the album fades into “Into a Pale” for a fittingly chill finale.

They’re a little surfy, country, proggy, and stony, and put together a solid album that infuses just enough of each to keep you on your toes. Assuming you can still feel them.

The biggest stud to rock the state of Kentucky (except Man O’ War)

He settled the Missouri Compromise, brokered tariff reform, designed the American System, led the Whig Party, served in the U.S. House (Speaker) & Senate, served as Secretary of State, delayed the Civil War, argued precedential cases, opposed Jacksonian idiocy, and was known as the Great Compromiser.

He has a mountain, sixteen counties, streets, monuments, and a high school named in his honor. Even supported Greek independence from the Ottomans. If I ever win the lottery, I’m going to move into Ashland.

Wikipedia entry for Henry Clay
His estate, Ashland

Here’s a profanity-laced Marine recruitment video BK did back in the day. He’s such a witty old goat.

Deadspin’s post about it