Yonder; it’s over there somewhere.

Or over when, either way, it’s just ‘round the corner. There’s a pleasantly surreal implication to Yonder, the word, and Yonder, the album. The same could be said for the merry band of rabble rousers who gesture you yonder. Atlanta guitar gardeners Arbor Labor Union play rapid psych country like the Grateful Dead with a stopwatch, ripping through post-punk flavored twang. There’s no Cheshire Cat smirk to their reality-bending notions, just a grin and a high dive into a labyrinth of intwining guitars and dime-turn tempo shifts. So, let’s follow them. Yonder.