What the Day Was Dreaming
On Maquiladora's sophomore disc, the San Diego trio filters the ambient post-rock of Seam and Rex through rural twang and country waltzes. The six-minute ballad "All For Nothing," for example, contains more than enough negative space and reverb drone for sonic heads. But it also slumps before its fifth shot of whiskey like a drunk Okie wallowing in self-pity. What the Day Was Dreaming is also perfect for midnight drives through the desert, just like any Calexico disc.