isn't the most immediate record, which is entirely due to how it sticks to those bare country bones. It can deliver a big, satisfying chorus-as on the opener, "Breakdown," which dares a "na na na na" refrain and lets out with a warm and welcoming pedal steel solo that has the natural smoothness of a riverbed stone. The real allure, however, is the slowly loping, melancholic spaces between big peaks like that, when Grimm's sometimes overbearing vocals are dialed down some and that steel or maybe a plinking blue piano melody hit a bit of gloom on a later track, like "You forgot about love/ you were picking flowers just to watch them die" as if a morning fog hits a cold, gray body of water. To put it all really bluntly: This is country without much if any indie-anything thrown in. It takes a while to sink into June Star's sonic world, but listeners will be richly rewarded.