He's world weary. He plays the banjo and sings sad songs. He wears cool old-school clothes and a funny hat. He rides buses and sleeps on floors. He's always leaving town. He's a little bit country and a little bit alterna-roll. He's a midwestern traveler, a pal of bands like Palace and Sebadoh, a banjo picker, a mandolin strummer, a harmonica blower. He's Brendon Massei, Las Vegas native and sole proprietor of Supperbell Roundup. The banjo picking isn't going to knock you over (if you're into banjo picking that is), but it provides just the right backdrop for Mr. Massei's simple stories of girls, highways, loss and loneliness. Sometimes he sounds a bit weary for his age (20?), but the glimpses of teen-angst that peek through the music now and again keep things interesting. At Station Four is a lovely start -- I can't wait to hear what happens when Massei's train arrives.