I find it hard not to personify Meet Me At The Muster Station. Its title track’s first blush is the profile of a charismatic playboy, backed by the whirling dervish exchanges contained in Breadends and 2012; PS I Love You’s lasting impression is that of a freewheeling yet calculated life-of-the-party. Muster Station’s ability to carry that raucous energy throughout without feeling worn or stagnant is… Continue reading
