On their most refined and ruefully elegant album, Gun Outfit perfect their incandescent sonic signature: a dusky, canyon-cult blues fueled by melodic dual-guitar weaving and seductive male/female incantations at zero hour.

It's the nocturnal sound of desert-damaged L.A. burnout, a soured American surrealism in rock and roll creole: white line fever, paint fume flashbacks, a stranger wading out alone into the black surf.

Featuring Henry Barnes (Man Is the Bastard/Amps for Christ) on homemade sitars; engineered and co-produced by Facundo Bermudez (Ty Segall, No Age, King Tuff.) "Wonderfully evocative, channeling a line of road-worn blues that exudes Zen-like calm and collectedness.

Sublimely textured guitars spin off one another into an ether of faded memory, next to skeletal patches of warm, crawling psychedelia.

One of the most overlooked guitar bands going." - Jenn Pelly, Pitchfork "Dylan Sharp is starting to remind me more and more of Lee Hazlewood as both a singer and writer, and Carrie Keith's voice has bent into something between Stevie Nicks and Courtney Love, rasping with beautiful, weatherbeaten soul." - Doug Mosurock, Dusted