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For almost a decade, Callow has been perfecting their palette of foreboding, spectral tunes that seem to emanate from somewhere in the darkest heart of the woods... Their work is like a subterranean dimension that exists beneath familiar mainstreamed neo-folk: atmospheric lamentations of woe cut with wistfulness. — The Bay Bridged |
"Some of the most gorgeously haunting and mesmerizing tune-smithing we have heard in many a long, lonely night."
— Mad Mackerel
