Consistency and quality aside, these rough-edged and readily trenchant songs are not the main reason why I or anybody bought this Plimsouls album. That distinction would lie with the very-deserved classic "A Million Miles Away," not only one of the best rock songs of the '80s but also one of the finest ever. Over twenty years later it still packs a wallop with a potently perfect merging of escapist musicality and words that will indeed carry you away for three minutes and thirty-four seconds of hard-driven delirium punctuated by swirls of Roger McGuinn-like guitar that leans toward the "Eight Miles High" life:

Friday night I'd just got back
I had my eyes shut
Was dreaming about the past
I thought about you while the radio played
I should have got moving
For some reason I stayed

I started drifting to a different place
I realized I was falling off the face of the world
And there was nothing left to bring me back

I'm a million miles away
A million miles away
A million miles away
And there's nothing left to bring me back today

Whether eight miles or a million, this song, and the entirety of Everywhere at Once, will take you metaphorically and evocatively everywhere at once — to the '60s, the '80s, and at the same time a different place where you realize you are "falling off the face of the world." You'll be transported and transfixed — that's what good music should do, and that's just what the Plimsouls indeed accomplish here.