The album uses Mellotron, lap steel and ambient grit, and the players shine in turn, working in Cracker/Wilco mode to deliver expansive back-porch tunes modeled on earthy landscapes and panoramic sunsets. The album's cornerstones are a series of sprawling, piano-driven ballads -- a song style Counting Crows once rode to great acclaim. Counting themselves among the failed and damaged, these onetime hipster luminaries can sing convincingly about people with minimum-wage jobs who can't, for a number of reasons, afford to call in sick ("The Frequency"). Yeah, Jets to Brazil are still grappling with issues that many of their peers had resolved by 1998 -- but that only means they have some of their raw vitality left.