Punk, ska, and indie music are in a polyamorous marriage that regularly invites other genres to join the fray of love making, and this EP is their glorious love child. 

What if Allen Stone wrote a song with a lot of meaningful social commentary, but sounded like John Mayer, and looked like a gentler Dylan O’Brien portraying Jake Gyllenhaal (beanie included) in “All Too Well (10 Minute Version) (Taylor’s Version)”?

Was this album great, or did I just really miss Arcade Fire?

I listened to this album as I was driving to go try to calm down my brother from a drug-induced paranoia, and I think it helped.