Still not original, the music is bar-band serviceable but awkward and stiff, and the lyrics continue to reach far beyond their grasp in search of profundity.
You hear Steel Miners for the first time and immediately you wanna go out and smash all the windows in the upscale, yuppified clothing store up the street.
A lovely platter of indie beauty-rock with hints of surf, psychedelia, and country, branching further out into a world about which they have mixed feelings.