Most of the things that I love are pretty and dark at the same time. Park, if you will. Or not. Anyway, except for cheeseburgers, which are just awesome in every way, most things I love musicwise (examples, Radiohead, Burial, Bon Iver) and otherwise (examples, dystopia stories, black dresses, Glenn) are pretty and dark at the same time. This album fits right in to this sweeping personality generalization. Callahan's weird deep voice pushes along through lilting sweet little tunes and bittersweet memories, and the lyrics include such gems as "I ended up in search of...ordinary things...like how can a wave, possibly be? I started runnin, and the concrete turned to sand...I started runnin, and things didn't pan out as planned," from "Jim Cain." Another song begs, "show me the way, show me the way, show me the way, to shake a memory." I certainly hope he'll let me know if he ever figures that one out, but for now I'll just keep myself distracted by listening to this album over and over again.