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Yet another soft-cheeked, bright-eyed, slightly rumpled singer-songwriter on a small label, right? At first glance, sure, but McCombs’ mid-fi tunes aren’t drenched in adolescent sweat or crocodile tears. They’re loose and elusive, with regular-guy overtones and poetic undertones—the stuff of reflection, not frustration. —Joe Warminsky