Baba Yaga is very much an “on tour” record; the controlled chaos of Futurebirds’ live shows translates on record like never before. You feel the energy, forgive any flubbed notes, and soak in the past-midnight revelry.
If anything, it feels like alt-country's answer to stoner metal (and a decidedly healthier one at that), providing the listener with a soundtrack that's as tailor-made for hazy summer afternoons as it is for the inky black curtain of night.
In an indie scene where recontextualizing the sounds of country and Americana for a more modern spin has become the norm, Futurebirds still have a ways to go in distinguishing themselves from some of their contemporaries.