"Sick, sick, sick. That's what this album is. Oh sure, it sounds pretty, with its gentle, mostly acoustic arrangements, whispery vocals, and other folkish whatnot, but wait a second. All those references to grinding bones and eating flesh and burying things aren't metaphors or poetic turns of phrase-- they're actually about killing people, eating them, and burying them. Songwriter and principle vocalist Jacob Thomas Berns sounds musically well adjusted, but I get the feeling he was the kid who worried his eight grade English teacher with disturbing journal entries about sexual violence and cold-blooded murder.
Berns is abetted by two accomplices in these crimes. Multi-instrumentalist Ernest Christian Kiehne, Jr. colors the arrangements with jaunty banjo, some lovely steel guitar, and the occasional subdued organ part, while second vocalist Sonya Maria Cotton, who is a really damn fine singer, gets down in the dirt with Berns and assists in the drownings, statutory rapes, and shootings with disconcerting ease. "Let me cover you up/ With my flannel shirt/ Your skin so cold without a skirt on." Those are the opening lines of the record, on a song called "Better For It, Kid". Uh, yeah. Take the "kid" part literally and you pretty much figured out what happens in the song."
-Pitchfork.com
For The full review of this album from Pitchfork, go here.
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