SPIRES THAT IN THE SUNSET RISE

Perhaps the journey of a thousand steps doesn't always start at the beginning, because at the beginning you might suffer death by a thousand cuts and venture no further. But I exaggerate: this debut by the band of the magically anointed name only contains 10 of these killer cuts, and unfortunately I mean that in the literal sense. They come as advertised as a mostly acoustic group in the mold of early and later kooky folk and neo folk but to describe them as acoustic is to describe your talentless 5 year old's violin playing as anything other than eardrum shattering. On the other hand, perhaps only an expert can actually strangle the instrument while playing it, making it another casualty of the violence herein. I haven't even mentioned the vocals, but I also haven't mentioned what a 2 year old might sound like with their hand alternating between the hot plate and a live socket, and I'm talking a coyote here. Having dispensed with the positives, I can only say approach with extreme caution; I know enough to avoid Decatur, though it might be best to just memorize their tour schedule and mysteriously disappear when they come to your town. Any suggestions on a remotely musical album from STITSR would be much appreciated.