This isn't what psych-folk is, this isn't what folk is, in fact this is nothing, nada, it's not even what it is. It's some Swedish guys idea of what it's like to play old American folk music from the 50s when it really was folk and not just acoustic, it's what Devendra Banhart should have been like before he got onto his high horse. It's the soundtrack to a lost early Kurosawa/Leone collaborative project filmed in a fantasyland with a setting (not geographically) half-way between the American mid-west and the Japanese orient. It's the result of years of hiding away in a cave concealed by a dense forest and only communicating with ancient spirits - ok, that might be a little too far, I take that back it's nothing like pseudo-hippy, psychedelic wankery - Smokey Rolls Down Under what? - ahem. What this album is - it's a rarity, something to be played late at night when you're alone, your friends have gone home, and you're feeling happy - that's just how it is.