After way too long dredging the sub-muck underworld of dead-junk CDRs and murky/mystical cassettes, Madison, Wisconsin’s most unruly musickal skull-cult, Davenport, finally burn a batch of their heathen earth songs into some sunburnt vinyl grooves. Eerie psychic vibes and scorched earth folk death hymns emanate from battered acoustics, amplifier ghosts, demonic rural clatter, and doomed calls of the wild. These are campfire songs for killing fields. On transparent aged-blood wax, in skeletal-rider silk-screened fold-over jackets, plus an insert. Edition of 310.