The beauty of a flea market is the selection. Dusty treasures in need of some elbow grease sharing space with artifacts best left to rot. Adam Diller and Matt Crane scoop it all up; it’s all goods made for re-purposing. If the spate of post-apocalyptic pulp has taught us anything, it’s that those good with their hands and quick with their minds will rule what is left among us. Diller and Crane, you are our proven overlords. Spei Res truly reflects the hope of its title — an album brimming with kitchen sink aesthetics but much like the playful creations of Pee Wee Herman, the science behind $.99 Cent Dreams can’t be explained yet is fully enjoyed. It just works when it seems it shouldn’t. Songs that fill up with junk become antiquities to hoard. The duo have picked cleaned every bit of Americana arcana. I’m really floored by this, so much so that I’ve found a sander and have begun to clean my floors to make them proud again. Next will be the ceiling fixtures that, despite their appearance as King Midas’ nipples may in fact be the $.99 cent cache I desperately seek. All I know is that I can’t look at objects as they once were, as I can no longer hear music through the same prism I once occupied. How dare this come too late into my life? I should have been a searcher earlier in life. But better late than never.