when i first heard the name, 'clay man in the well,' i got images in my head of archaelogical digs and ancient civilizations. pseudoarcana chief antony milton brings us a brand new album of dirt-infused jams, uncovered after years of digging. with scores of music boxes and simple drones, milton's affected whispers treat these hymns with formaldahyde, preserving them for a million years. this is timeless. this is music for the archives. 100 copies