“Youth” being the key word here. This album sounds like a 14 year old boy made it in his grandmothers basement. In actuality songwriter Trevor Powers is a 22 year old who records in his bedroom at Boise State. The production is muddy and overly saturated with reverb. In a fragile, weak voice we hear of posters on bedroom walls, hunting for snakes, memories of simpler times...in a nutshell, being caught in the strange place between childhood and adulthood. As unlikely as all of this sounds, somehow it all just works. “When I was seventeen, my mother said to me, don’t stop imagining, the day that you do is the day that you die” Powers sings on “Seventeen”. Lucky for us, this album never stops imagining.
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