In this case the beer is stuffed into a sneaker on the dashboard of a car that is rumbling down a desert rail line. Between the magic- hour illumination of the mountains, the casual grip of Gelb's hand on the wheel, the graceful melding of two parallel rail lines, and the beer as a symbolic torch carried from the last record, I can think of no more appropriate cover art in recent history. Of course the music has to back it up, and I'm happy to say that it does. Inherent in Gelb's desert sensibility is this restless, nomadic urge to push ahead, meaning that while you're soaking up the quiet interplay between a warbling casio and lingering bass-line, Gelb is dusting off the wurlitzer and cracking his knuckles. Obviously the title of the record is no coincidence, as the variety of Gelb's collaborators and recording locations undoubtedly factor largely into the album's disparate effect.
Musicians drift in and out of tracks like tumbleweed, adding distinctive texture before departing.
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