From the leaders of the dubiously dubbed "freak folk" movement comes this record, a brambled nexus of sound, as quaverous organs and guitars, humid vocals, and florid tape manipulations all intertwine. "Alternating heartrending drone and quietly affecting folk carved by taciturn hermits, [Badgerlore] speaks through distant symbols, inky clouds, and thin pine needle patterns on the floor. These pipers at the gates of dusk are holed up against the witching hour, creating beauty within a crumbling, musky night" - Pitchfork.