This is good, honest, soul-stirring music of the finest kind, music that never feels the need to announce itself or overstate its worth.

In which I probably write way too much about what was my favorite movie for part of my childhood.

Proof that quieter and subtler can prove more impactful and haunting than any barrage of monstrous or terrifying sounds.

Cadiz’s self-released debut conjures up June Carter Cash and Patsy Cline as much as Joanna Newsom.