It’s funny how things kinda roll back around and end up plopped in places you’d least expect. Thirty-five, forty years ago, this would’ve been considered fairly “mainstream” pop/rock fodder, kinda falling somewhere between mellow Elvis Costello (c.f. “Allison”) when they’re at their edgiest, and your average adult-rock band on the other. Now, it apparently falls within the “alternative” ghetto. Go figure. The songs are well crafted and executed tunesmithing with a groovy sound that’d be aces on FM radio circa-1975.