Your Anchor is stationed on a large rock in the ocean and goes through all of its
motions. It gets washed around with messy drums that try their hardest to keep on that rock.
Then, things eventually calm down (or creep down) in the dead of night that only keeps
its endurable basslines. The vocals could either kill a song or pass it as acceptable and
thankfully about 78% of the time it's the latter.
This is an album that steers off-course sometimes, like the sloppiness of "Locked Upstairs,"
but has the ability to keep its grip such as on "Last November," "Choir Practice," or "Ask
The cover of The National's "Fake Empire" makes an interesting still-sounded track with
an eerie twist on it.