1. Covered Up in Mines
2. Calling Thermatico
3. Patience for the Ride
4. I See Through You
5. In Such Crooked Time
6. For New Starts
7. The Fugitives Have Won
8. Monument Sails
9. Triggers and Trash Heaps
10. Nothin' I Ever Seen
11. Take the Maps and Run
12. Take a Rake
"Simply put, Fort Recovery is Centro-matic’s high water mark." --PopMatters.com
"Songs like “The Fugitives Have Won”, “Triggers and Trash Heaps” and “Nothin’ I Ever Seen” mark Johnson as one of the few legitimate heirs to Paul Westerberg’s best songwriting moments. They all rely less on blowing your ears off and more on the nuances of putting together clever phrases with sparkling, often subtle sometimes overblown, musical movements. Whether Johnson’s sending up or celebrating the excess of hair band power ballads when “Nothin’ I Ever Seen” throws itself whole heartedly into a soaring classic rock guitar solo seems secondary to the fact that you can’t help but love what you’re hearing. It simply works in Centro-matic’s hands no matter how unexpected it is."
Misra Records CENTRO-MATIC --- "Fort Recovery"
Centro-Matic is a widely celebrated dirt-under-the-nails independent rock band. The infamous Patterson Hood of Drive by Truckers calls Centro his “favorite band that is still vital and intact.” Venerable songwriter Jason Molina (Songs: Ohia/Magnolia Electric Co.) also co-released an album with frontman Will Johnson.
Johnson was recently introduced as an "official member" of the band Monsters of Folk, also consisting of Conor Oberst, Jim James, and M. Ward, on an episode of Austin City Limits. On the taping, and on tour, Johnson serves as the band's drummer, provides backup vocals, as well as performing some material of his own.
It used to be, and may be again, that Centro-matic records were the ones you put on for long, late-night drives into the pitch-black oblivion, soundtracks to the getaway.
From Tiny Mix Tapes:
"Centro-Matic's version of alt-country has always been dirty and infused with a generous helping of Stones-y rock chaos, and Fort Recovery is no exception. Yet the dirt isn't used as cover for poor songs. Indeed, the catchiest song on the album, the cryptic "Calling Thermatico," could have been a tossed-off piece of riff-rock in the hands of a less-nuanced group of musicians, but here, the song is set perfectly in a narcotic haze that draws out its unmistakable beauty."