It's been two years since Wovenhand released Ten Stones. But it might as well have been an eternity. Since that last batch of songs, frontman David Eugene Edwards has cast a net across time and space and snared The Threshingfloor, an album that severs the band's already tenuous tether to influences like the Bad Seeds and encompasses a trance-like, almost rapturous dronescape. Less chiseled and polished than Ten Stones, the new disc is a murky workout of Middle Eastern and Eastern European tools and tones, one that feels like a missing link between just about every folk music that's ever existed. Shedding Western chord progressions in favor of a hypnotic, modal undertow, The Threshingfloor isn't just a stunning new direction for Wovenhand; it's like eavesdropping on forever.
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