Put on those fleece-lined slippers, grab a cup of tea, and get cozy. A rainy day calls for a rainy day music, and this is the album.
Bondy's warm and weathered moan is used to good effect, abetted by some down-home instrumentation and a fair helping of flattering reverb, all in the service of songs that do their damnedest to recall a more agrarian time-- coal burning in a train furnace, rivers running free, pines dancing in the moonlight.
Source: Pitchfork
