It's funny how music you've never heard before can elicit overwhelming nostalgia. From the moment you hear Portland-based Horse Feathers singer Justin Ringle's croon on their latest album's opener "Curs in the Weeds," it's hard to forget times of serene happiness in your life. Ringle's mumble conjures up surreal scenarios of Tracy Chapman doing Sam Amidon, minus any vocal enunciation; rather, it's the otherworldly music that causes one to get lost in cerebral trauma while driving home alone at night. To be direct, the sound of this album is nothing short of beautiful. Peter and Heather Broderick's string arrangements mimic Aaron Copland's most tender moments, and over Ringle's guitar strumming, the impact is enough to cause the White Witch's icy heart to melt.KillRockStars