It is a dwindling delicacy - time given - to listen or to read print off a page. More delicate and unlikely yet is the poet and the troubadour which survive this modern world with some potency about their work. Thank you Holy Locust and all that propels the lot of you to bother to continue to create for a world plagued by its own momentum. You’ve moved at least one o’us to tears and private deliverance. This album is truly beautiful.
