Released: Sep 2011
Label: Southern Lord
Though their fungus-caked and grumble-grunted background-metal gunk of the Northwest forest-yurt underworld is consistently enveloping, not to mention morose, these Olympia, Wash., farm-dwellers fare best on their fourth studio album whenever Aaron Weaver's synths step in. They clang like lonely wind chimes, gnaw like hungry meat-grinders, abrade like knives under canine-howled new age mantras. The two shorter tracks are the most avant-garde, though the medievally plain-chanted "Woodland Cathedral" comes close. The final 21 minutes -- that's just two songs -- are a bit of a slog, however.