“Car” is Porches’ ode to the automobile, and its beauty lies in its earnestness. “It takes us away from where we are/Oh, what a machine!” Aaron Maine marvels, like the New Yorker he’s become. He sings something so simple and obvious, though free of irony. For Maine, his car is a mechanism he can use to escape towards greener fields. Perhaps unintentionally, his audience become his confidants, as what’s initially a shared experience turns into an appreciative soliloquy, in tribute to his own efforts of self-care.

“Car” is in constant motion—its instrumentation travels light, as riffs transform into engine revs and floor drums match passing street lights. As it shifts up a gear, Maine’s voice is unwavering, insulated from outside’s distracting ambience. It sounds like the ability to keep moving is more integral to Maine’s survival than finding a destination.