Black Twig Pickers: North Fork Flyer

Going up country today. Or, perhaps, down country. The Black Twig Pickers make a peculiar and joyously dark sound. From the furthest reaches of backwoods sepia Appalachia, and mixing the atmospherics of late period Red Red Meat through Califone, minus the undercurrent of electronic doodling, the Pickers fiddle and banjo their way through the history of rustic life. Apparently recorded on various front porches and parlours, it's a hoedown that strays never far from the most primitive of roots, familial and earthbound. Calling all campfires, yr bare feet are stained with the dirt of a hundred years.

-- Big Rock Candy Mountain