A step past perfect … like too much salt in scrambled eggs; spoiled by that last, well-intentioned pinch. Sparse but unhelpful guest vocals are that extra salt in Coming Home. Otherwise, if I could eat a sound, I’d have the raw unsalted hum of Maggie Bjorklund on pedal steel guitar.
Reminds us of: Calexico | Leonard Cohen | Richmond Fontaine
Rating: 5.8