Another week, another brilliant husband and wife duo; this time a drummer and a vocal improv graduate who hail from Sweden, probably don’t wear shoes, and make intense, minimal blues-folk about black horses, deep waters and the transcendent power of the smallest moments. Veering from unhinged spirituals to ecstatic laments, with only the occasional suggestion of a drum therapy workshop, this is a weird and wild yet transfixingly beautiful debut.
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