review by: Larissa Parson

I would unequivocally recommend this album to everyone and anyone, but I suspect that there are those to whom the quiet but creepy six-string strummings of Floridian Sam Beam will seem boring. That would be unfortunate, since this album - recorded in Beam’s bedroom last year - has a sensibility most easily compared to Nick Drake, a consistency that lends itself to quiet Sunday afternoons spent doing not much. This is not hard-drinkin’ music ala Sixteen Horsepower, but swingin’ on the porch music. Buy it now. (9.1/10)