I've got all my eggs in one basket peeps. But never fret. Because I've got a toght grip on the handle and I'm heading into the woods. Fear is a thing of the past. I'm listening to John Craigie's I Swam Here. I'm going in too. The water's lovely. And so is this record.
It's Americana Folk Enchantment. Not a million miles away from Cass McCombs or Phosphorescent. But marking out it's own lane. There's incredible sincerity and poetry here. Plenty of the spirit of mid 20th century Samba and Jazz. It's an album flecked with rare beauty. Check it out. .
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