Cold Comes To Claim EP
Of all the folk-infused subgenres that have been reborn and experienced increased notoriety in recent years, few excite me like southern gothic does. You know, the sort of music that conjures up a creepy version of The Carter Family penning songs that would befit a William Faulkner or Walker Percy novel. Stylistically, you start with Appalachian country-gospel, but you take it out of the hands of hillbillies, troll it through Sacred Harp, steep it first in some blues and then in classical music, and then let it come to rest on a darkened backporch somewhere in Alabama or Mississippi. What I enjoy most about tunes of this nature is that the penchant for storytelling reigns supreme, but it’s elevated by greater artistic vision and ability, which sounds sort of elitist, but I like being upfront with my bias.
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