This is good and proper surf, the California sound; it holds in its wings all the beach party flair and lei-wearing class that is the soothing West Coast theme.
This is the Nick Lowe country album. He does it better than most of the country crooners today; and he did it long before anyone ever heard of Garth Brooks.
His solos have a worldly strangeness that seem to deny time and space, leaving the pedestrian realm and soaring on erratic zephyrs making small whirlwinds.