I’m not quite sure how it works, but Ian MacKaye is one of the few musicians I’m willing to follow virtually anywhere—this time, into a subdued duet with Amy Farina (the drummer for the Warmers)—and be pleased by what I’d wouldn’t traditionally give a second listen. Perhaps it’s the warmth of the songs. Perhaps there are more times in my life now where I’m looking for a little less chaos and a little more steeping time. Perhaps it’s the chemistry of having not being steered wrong under Ian’s musical auspices. Perhaps I’m a little more accepting of the idea that rage, although informative, can be less powerful than a whisper at the right time. It’s a quiet, steady, giving album that would be hard pressed to be further way from the blast of the Teen Idles and Minor Threat… yet I’m grateful and happy that both exist.