This doesn't look good. Spindly bangs from some strange, back to front combover. Creepy Deliverance style. Is Cameron Latimer having us on? Don't think so. The songs, all heart achy cowpoke numbers, are delivered with utmost sincerity and dexterous playing. Weepy guitar slides, wailin' fiddles and forlorn hiccuppy vocals make for a dessert classic, tumblin' tumbleweeds style. Funny how a Nanaimo gent can conjure the prairies ghost town vibe so effortlessly. Have the town barber revamp the do and then we're talkin'.