jonwilksmusics
Production-wise, it shares a lot with Till April Is Dead ≈ A Garland of May, replete with whispering found-sound that chills your inner ear, archaic drones, distant waif harmonies, vibrant fiddle and Pete Flood painting a biblical backdrop with cinematic percussion. In such a manner, it takes a fairly obscure carol, learned from the singing of Shirley Collins, and delicately sprinkles it across a darkening winter sky, flickering and emerging like the Northern Lights in musical form.