MJ Lenderman is a songwriter born and raised in Asheville, North Carolina. The anatomy of an MJ record might go something like this: warped pedal steels and skuzzed out guitar; crackin' a cold one with some buds; a voice reminiscent of the high-lonesome warble of a choirboy. Songs snake their way from a lo-fi home recording to something glossier made with longtime friends at Asheville's Drop of Sun studios, but the recording setting doesn't seem to matter much — at its core, a Lenderman song rings true.

Lenderman's songwriting is simple and true, stories delivered with a loping, easy vibe — a shrug of the shoulders, off-the-cuff guitar riffs fuzzy, a tangle of pedal steel and rock 'n' roll distortion culminating in alt-country cacophony. An MJ Lenderman song feels like a postcard from a hazy memory, the unpredictable bits and details that end up sticking — bird songs from the rafters of a hardware store, a real good Bob Dylan cover — and what make a story whole.