This will feel like the album that represents the quarantine the most, at least in regards to its production. Darnielle getting back to his boombox roots for his first truly lo-fi experience since 2002's All Hail West Texas. The Goats since that time have been one of my absolute favorite bands, but I don't mind the detour. I'm probably not locked into this one enough to break down the paganistic elements to the lyrics, but it's short and sweet enough to make for ... read more