A Lancashire native, St. John plays a haunted, electric folk song, held together on a tightrope of dark, archaic yet lyrically playful language and the sound of collaborative talent tapering into waveringly tuneful rough music. Creaks and drones of harmoniums, saws and violins are underlain by field and hydrophone recordings of waterfalls, and hold together a broken consort of assorted Edinburgh singers.


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