The devil comes and he goes as he pleases. The way that Adam Levy, the lead singer for the Saint Paul, Minnesota-based band The Honeydogs, likes to present the guy in this set of songs is as an even slipperier gent who might not even be wearing the signature, give-away horns. You might not be able to tell when he's around. Actually, you might not even be able to tell if he's a he. This devil leaves behind fingerprints and wet towels. He also leaves behind something of a shrug and a sigh. We wonder if he's not as bad as he's been made out to be for all of these centuries. If the worst that he's dealing when he thrusts himself into these pictures is a little heartache and a number of missed chances that could have likely just let to more of the former, he's not all that powerful, or he's in a crowded field. There are probably more than one devil that need to be worried about, thinks Levy, and he'd rather deal with the ones that he knows about, the ones that he can see, the ones that make themselves and the sins they're offering perceptible all out in the broad daylight. Moving from one happy hour to another though, as some of the people in Honeydogs songs do, makes it hard to give a shit which devils they're going to run into as they're going about their vices. For some of these people, the actual devil is nothing compared with simple sadness and longing. Levy sings, "Waiting for evil to pass/Will you measure it by sunsets/Will you measure it by miles/Will you measure it by laughter/Will you measure it like a child/Doesn't matter how you measure/Without you it's always, always, always a long time," on the song, "Always A Long Time," and the pain comes through loud and clear, like one good rip of the flesh.