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I’ve been working essentially 12+ hour days and commuting home late at night recently, and this has been my go-to drive home record. After many listens, I’ve grown comfortable in building a relationship with this record. I feel it’s sort of kindred spirit to my insomniatic, million-miles-away world-wearniess. The most accurate descriptor of what we find here is “haunted” … it was no coincidental choice that these songs were recorded in a Midwestern funeral home. Evan Patterson’s demons menacingly circle the heart of this record from a distance, and the result is an arty, woozy, unsettling interpretation of the exorcising powers of a broken man’s blues. Sonically, they’re a band’s band: a perfect mix (via Kevin Ratterman, following the mighty Kurt Ballou’s touches on their 2008 effort) locks in Patterson’s galaxian Telecaster jangle with bassist Nick Theineman’s near-infamous leviathan bass muslce. With Youth, the group has finally outgrown the pejorative Jesus Lizard comparisons and evolved into a territory they now solely occupy. This one nears the tip-top of my Best of 2011.