Though it's been four years since their last recording, Scott Hunter, Nick Barber, Jesse Sprinkle, and Aaron Sprinkle never miss a beat, constructing layered, moody, alternative rock. While touching upon ground that's profoundly eloquent, the songs are buried in the land of gray, where real life is intruded upon by uncertainty and ambiguity. Yet it's all wrapped in a warm, positive blanket of hope. That may seem like a contradiction, but it's all melded together quite masterfully into something noticeably unique.

The Waiting Room is a journey of fragile hope, hinging on the balance of words like, "I am crushed / And I am broken / With the words and with the truth He has spoken / ...I am hoping / Grace could find this soul of mine and hold me" (from "Crushed") and these words from the title track, which is the crux of the album's message: "Have I stopped breathing? / Have I stopped believing? / ...I just want to have the patience of the saint who waits at the gate / Please don't be late."