I know that writing about Virginiaâ€™s Pelt probably means preaching to the already converted, but after seeing these guysâ€™ phenomenal set at Terrastock 7 nothing can ever stop me from spreading the gospel about their work. Their most recent album on the always-impressive VHF imprint is a droning affair that moves across a plane of acoustic unease, devotional noise â€“improv and spiritual, corrosive resonance. The first two tracks display jarring gongs and drifting tones that give way to screeching strings, but what really sets the standard here is the epic third track, â€œCast Out to Deep Watersâ€. This is 32 minutes of sonic enlightenment at its finest, with dense layers of slowly unfolding, slightly exotic drones that come packed with anxious beauty of isolation and doubt. Itâ€™s a spectacular procession of aural bliss that actually gets close to the live experience, and that is definitely saying something. When itâ€™s time to move across the line to the other side I canâ€™t think of a better companion than Pelt.