naturalismo

The ghosts of the American night have been set loose, taking to the dark dirt roads of the country…past cabins, bullfrog ponds, and fading cemeteries. Somehow, inexplicably, they’ve crept onto Alela Diane’s first “official” album, The Pirate’s Gospel. A fingerpicking style akin to Fairy Tale-era Donovan coupled with a delicately raspy twang create a gutwrenching soundscape that has yet to stop swirling through my ears. Maybe the ghosts found me too.

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