Check out “Last Waltz,” which has all the layered emotion of heartbreak on a glorious spring day, or “Where I’ll Be,” which shows the band growing more sophisticated in their arrangements, singer Justin Ringle’s voice sliding softly between the bows of violin and pastoral drone of horn.
All in all, it makes me wish I lived a bucolic life on a farm where emotions were born of childhood forest adventures, first glances at barn dances, stolen porch swing kisses, and broken hearts in fallow fields beneath full moons. A little purple? Yes. A nostalgic fantasy? Certainly. But it sure seems nice from a crammed cubicle on a grey day, where, to quote “Where I’ll Be”: “It’s not a lack of will, but a lack of time.”