Kaptain Carbon For a record this detached from melody and anything warm, the unassuming presentation of the album is something truly frightening. What is someone picks this up thinking its an indie rock album? What then? They are dead. All joking aside, The Western Lands is so far down the path of strange that only fans ready for music that sounds like it is silently conjuring hexes will be even ready to appreciate it.
Favorite track: Face in the Trees.