“When you first hear this album, you'll be transported into the Martin Sheen role in *Apocalypse Calvin*, surrounded by affable brass and a CIA spook at a meeting so classified it doesn't even exist. A young Harrison Ford will be playing this album's a capella paean to dispassionate mobility, "Nothing to Hold Us Here," on a reel-to-reel, sweating and dreaming of making out with Kate Capshaw years l”
