Evan Cline reminds me a bit of my old friend Mike Mahaffey from that Los Angeles band Self. Something about the dry vocals center mix, the buttery electric guitar, and the room-sound drum kit is all about there being calm at the center of the storm.
The sound here is a bit different from the made-on-a-laptop sound of a Gabriel Black; it's a bit more centered on the live feel and that is always all right with me. That guitar fits just like a glove to that drum beat. And by the end those snare hits feel like jabs and crosses and we've broken down our enemy. The transformation is complete.