Keep tryin’ to think of some clever way to say this… Keep feelin’ distracted by how much I’m enjoying this album.
Put it this way: the technical proficiency doesn’t ruin the gut-cutting wreck-rawing of it. Feels like sandpaper made of satin. Feels like a fight club full of dancers. Feels human, and feels musical.
Oh, last note: If you ever needed some evidence to make an argument that punk and folk have the same roots, Dead Sara could help you prove it.