Thanks to RagMag for some very cool words. Here’s an excerpt.
“There’s a certain kind of place that only really exists in memory, where the lights are dim, the conversations blur together, and the jukebox feels like it knows you better than your friends do. When I think about Down at the Polystereophonic Dive Bar, I picture one of those rooms, the kind I used to drift into without much of a plan and leave with something I didn’t expect. Greg Roensch builds his album around that same idea, not just as a setting, but as a mood that holds everything together.”
Check out the full review here.
