By Octopi Mills
Being a lover of folk music in lots of various forms I could very literally go on all night or even man a podcast on the matter, particularly British and Irish folk, but just because one can do something doesn't make it right. It is on this note that I will behave myself as the sprawling mind begins to creep. I become cool and in a hush, allowing myself to be a layman again. The first song "Belladonna" sounds more traditional in number than what I have ever heard mostly in FAUN's music but then again, I am no scholar on this matter. Somewhere I read that CHELSEA WOLFE might be featured on a song and I chuckle in a frequency that is audible only to dogs at this sort of tom foolery that makes for a stench like a burnt corndog end.
Folkist instrumentation and the sweet girly vocals doll up the affair, that never seems to get too dark or dangerous and plays a safe game with the male vocals that borderline on driving someone to homicide and seem cheap and overstated. The music stays on a happy side mostly, and I cannot scoff at that and if I were to say anything good at all about this album it would be that at least it is organic and human in an age where everyone has lost their glow of creativity and let the bots make the music now. On an average the songs stay around the four minute range and are pretty predictable but not like THE CLANCY BROTHERS, for example, but in the most boring damned way imaginable. I don't mind taking the beaten path if there is something to see but this album I could never come back to and have written it off as a complete waste of time.