Dead Western is the soundtrack to your fever dreams. Songs that sound like they have been here for hundred years, music you can hide within and brave the world outside.

“Who is Dead Western? In shadow, he appears neanderthal; in light, he waxes angelic. He sounds like a forest growing (the throatless groaning of age-old trees); feels like a Victorian passage through limbo (grey, ominous); looks like a Grecian statue (as drawn by Robert Crumb). It is the shifting of rock, the scuttling of insects, the hissing of the wind: frightful, eternal.”

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