In a country where interstates don’t take you to new places, but to the same places, where everywhere you go you’ve already been or you’ve just left, the Bottle Rockets nail a sound and a vibe with a palpable sense of place. They do what no other band does better–look into the hearts and minds and faces of the dying small towns in America and craft populist anthems with the sympathetic eye of Woody Guthrie and sonic stomp of Crazy Horse. With determination and resilience of their distinctly Midwestern roots; theirs is a celebration of pragmatism and tempered optimism, acknowledging the forces of erosion not earthquakes, of the marathon not the sprint.