Modern folk for modern folk. Matt Cravatta plays it simple but nice here, with piercing flourishes of electricity over his clear, but understated, insights. His guitar solos are strong and his lyrics are moody, but not morose. Think of middle-period acoustic Pink Floyd songs, if they were covered by Bright Eyes.
Western New York's half-baked emotional tornado mixes '70s guitar rock, cirrus blues, potrock, and hazy basement twang with urban americana, sagerock, and garagedelica.