The first of two magnificent concept albums, Low Road is Marty Anderson"s exploration of depression and despair. His lyrics are terse and cut straight to the point: ennui, pain of the regular, seemingly rhythmic wounds of time, and disgust with war has dragged the lyricist into the depths of melancholy as he takes the "low road" through life. The gallows humor of these songs make them feel less like an artist struggling to make art, and more like a regular guy struggling just to accept the small tragedies and joys of each day that is precisely what makes them into a true masterpiece.