All I can think of, of this debut modernized Mountain Goats meets Neutral Milk Hotel album, is the terrible tractor accident I was recently in, which had delightfully taken place in Alberta. The story goes ... we were innocently making a hay delivery, so I jumped in for the ride to get a scope of the local landscape. On our way back home, my ex-girlfriend's brother and I were slammed from behind by a truck, right in the flatbed, the tractor jumped from 16 mph to 50 in a matter of seconds. The tractor jackknifed, and we started to go over ... the rest was a shock and adrenaline driven blur of being belligerent to the ambulance technicians, getting my face sewn back together and my ex's traumatized look at the very sight of my face. All in all it wasn't the Rural Alberta Advantage I was hoping to find, luckily the first part of the trip was normal.
