Southwestern-style guitar and fiddle with a touch of traditional bluegrass, which always balances somewhere between dreamily wistful and relentlessly optimistic. It's an offshoot of the attitude behind Manifest Destiny, when there weren't any gates on the roads - when there weren't even roads, really, just scenic, aimless meandering, no destinations in mind. Reach one ocean, turn around and drive back to the other one.
Adam Hill comes across as a kind of one-man American version of The Pogues, and I mean that as a compliment. The album recalls the playfulness and Depression-era folksiness of the music popularized by O Brother, Where Art Thou? It's about relaxing to the expertly-plucked strings and clear twangy vocals with a beer in each hand. 8/10 -- April Larson (7 October, 2009)