King Stork's debut studio record crystallizes the band's sound: expansive, experimental, sometimes harsh, sometimes delicate. New Wave and Doo-Wop mingle at the same boozy party, lubricated by funereal horn chorales. Pedal steel textures arch skyward, crest and fall to earth with a mighty chordal crash. Sparkling High Life guitar lines meet Beach Boys-esque vocal harmonies and creepshow string orchestrations land from outer space in the midst of sparse desert landscapes. All the while, never lose sight of the songs. Tales of lovelorn soldiers, suddenly-appearing comets, rainsoaked afternoon wanderings and youth sacrificed at the altar of Big City depravity. It's the songs, dummy!