This came out in 2005 — or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
On his sixth set of musical postcards from the edge of heartbreak, wandering troubadour Josh Rouse continues to accessorize his starkly confessional roots songcraft with the lushly textured, soulful indie-pop of his last disc, 1972.
As you’d figure from a disc slugged Nashville, he decorates it now and then with some shimmery pedal steel guitars and twangy licks. But he still sounds way more like Westerberg and Wilco than a Waylon wannabe.
