Old dog Tom Waits even wades in, hollering like an incestuous uncle on ‘Dog Door’, while Linkous’ rusty cabin music creaks insalubriously beneath. With this heavy payload of imagery, it’s a miracle that Sparklehorse’s third album of backwoods blues hasn’t ended up a junk shop of Southern Gothic clichés. All around are mouldering remains of human activity: the buried pianos and clawhammers of Mark Linkous’ psyche, covered in creepers and yielding up their secrets only in part. ”A murder of crows” ushers us out in the album’s hidden track. ![]() The first horse turns up in the opening couplet.
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