This album was made for driving an 86 maxima through the nothing that is new mexico and west texas at 4am with some rambling hitchhiker telling you about the nyc russian mafia while he pukes between cans of steel reserve and you just wonder how the fuck you’re going to ditch his ass in Austin so you can roll to your boys house and get in on that keg action before you have to drive another hour to Bryan, Tx to help your dad raise the back half of some old shitty house he owns that has sunk into the ground from hill country rains