is a prickly collection of traditional folk tunes

and Oldham’s voice, always a little eerie,

It sounds less ribald than humble, an act of abjection.

Oldham seems to watch the animal kingdom closely, understanding, maybe, that we’re going to share their vantage point on the earth sooner or later,

It is the sound of a city block party, full of human bustle and clamor

But in general, this confusion is endemic to the project

Eastman’s work is brilliant, fiendish, devourin

Post Malone’s slurred delivery was a certain nostalgic desire and childlike wonder.

along with the steady hemorrhaging of album sales

seems as if this type of hollow release could soon become as anachronistic as an $18 CD is today.