Don your antlers and mix your pigments of blood and dirt – let us assemble for seasonal rites! Annikki Dawn make hushed, Hawthorne psych folk that burrows into your head, slowly unfolding as though a window gave upon the sylvan Mainer scene.

The duo’s vocals (especially the cherubic female lead) are sonically centered, incanting rural allegories within wind-thin textures. Spritely harmonies wash over with mythic mysticism. Strings hover like ribbons. Distorted guitar rings out and decays. Frequent Picardy thirds tonally highlight the ambiguity of the lyrics. Each color laps at the songs like flames, shifting warm light that reveals and conceals.

The record trades in the paradox of the wilderness, engaging both its expansive clearings and vistas and its intimate, wombed overlap of trees. It’s dissolving snow, or withered stumps of time, equal parts reality and dreams.