Shipwreck are four Midwestern gents, who, as far as I know, have never been anywhere near the ocean. In fact, I don’t think they even know anyone who owns a boat. Nevertheless, they have a sound that somehow evokes the enigmatic, haunting, and sometimes dangerous allure of the open sea, and I’m not just saying that because it’s a convenient metaphor. Alternately placid and furious, Shipwreck melds quiet and loud in a way that might fall apart in lesser hands, but they do more than just keep it together; in fact, on a good night they make you forget, if just for a moment, where you are, who you’re with, and what you’re doing tomorrow.