This is the next waltz after The Last Waltz. Ranging in variety from articulate transcendental homages to Walden Pond ("Lie In Houses") to jangly all American verse-chorus-verse ("Summertime"), Hare and The Hounds create classic literate rock. Think the groundswelling back of the throat anthems of Arcade Fire dressed in the denim and flannel of a railway gandy dancer. Think the tramping troubadour ethos of a Guthrie boy shot from the rooftops of the American exurbs. Think the razor-like hum of the cicada filtered through the urgency of a late night drunken confession. This is honest music. This is Hare and the Hounds: Luke Smith, Cole Ayers, Andrew Kelley, and Nathan Garner hail from the muddy banks of the Tallapoosa River, grinding their sandpaper hands over wood and metal machines, crafting Baroque rock Americana in it's purest form.