Hayden's Elk-Lake builds on the foundation he laid down in Skyscraper National Park. The Hayden of Elk-Lake is still the lover of circumspection, and the stories he weaves are the familiar urban-pastoral hokum he's displayed such a knack for. The defining difference here is that Hayden seems to have completely shifted out of the self-consciousness that's plagued him. Invariably, folks are going to say his confessionals have lost their bite (or self-flagellation), but that's just because he's not beating himself up any more. And that's a good thing. In time, this album could be seen as Hayden's Harvest.