Any album called The Midwest Book of the Dead is almost bound to be worth listening to. Such is certanly the case with Wes Torey's album of this name from last year. Here are four tracks. It will give you the general idea.
With a wizened voice as old as the hills, or certainly as old as Johnny's Cash's and Willie Mitchell's, and a ta leto tell, this is instantly gripping, right from the off.
Biblical in its intent and delivery, willing to take its time. This is a fabulous record that I'm sorry I didn't pick up on during its year of release. I'm pleased I've found it now.