Thick, groove driven bass deep in the pocket; drums that float effortlessly between funk, hip-hop and Bonzo rock; guitar that joins early eighties sheen with punk and stadium rock; and of course melodic vocals with the sort of thick raspy tone that would make Tom Jones blush and Stevie Wonder proud. This is analog. Four old friends who have played together and destroyed entire cities with their huge sweeping songscapes. Nothing is rushed and everything is left on the table when they decide to finally walk away, leaving you needing more.