They just put out a odds and sods double record that is made up of b-sides, non album tracks, etc and god damn if it aint better than most bands/artists real records.

A brilliant lyricist and a cracking coterie of collaborators and it's easy to see why there's gold at every turn here.

Much like a good work of fiction, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Trashcan warrants return visits. I’m already picturing dog-eared copies of this album years from now.

They’ve been here the whole time, releasing albums, EPs, singles; growing changing, adapting and never losing the thread that made them great.

One of the best band on the planet and completely hitting their stride.

Hallelujah the Hills’s lyrics are full of couplets that are clever and funny and touching and use words that you have probably not recently heard in a rock song, like, say, documentarian or cohorts, without sacrificing any of the rhythm that lyrics have to have to carry a rock song. AND they have loud guitars. What more could you ask for?

Read further into interviews with Walsh, and he frequently brings up Davids Lynch, Byrne, and Foster Wallace. Walsh identifies with their work and shares, in a small way, their desire to leave ends unraveled, to create scenes without pushing them toward a conclusion. This is Prepare To Qualify's unifying and best aspect.

There is an element of cacaphony in Prepare to Qualify, but it keeps you guessing. It keeps you captivated all the while wondering, “Why in the hell am I so interested?” Just keep listening - it’ll hit you eventually, and I guarantee you’ll keep coming back to it.

Considering it’s a free download, [Prepare To Qualify] is remarkably good and elegantly demonstrates just why the band’s debut album won such high praise…

Their layered, anthemic vocals and raw sound (trumpets!) combine for a warm, welcoming fireplace-rock sound that you want to spoon with.

It's the bookish end of things we're hearing on this stellar, non-album cut from HtH, singer Ryan Walsh delivering a positively Bright Eyed turn on the slow rolling ‘Let It Wave.’