The frame is off-centered, with the house occupying the right half, and my squinting parents, dwarfed by a large pine behind them, occupying the left half. Due to some malfunction with the camera, the image is fuzzy and the colors are burned out. It looks like it was taken thirty years ago. Occasionally, the Clientele pick up the pace. But these are all subtle differences.
Every song here is a musical drift.
Every song here discusses rain, or morning, or some other lazy, reflective moment in life. Every song here often sounds the same. But it's a pleasant song. Admittedly, the rating above was much lower for the first few listens because I didn't hear Suburban Light during the right moments. On last listen, I was driving home from work late on a Sunday night, exhausted as I floated down empty streets past bright lights and closed gas stations.