Gwenifer Raymond explores shadowy, nocturnal guitar tones in this third album, following primitive licks into sci-fi futurism. Her songs alternate between folk-blues rambles and psychedelic raga. In either mode, she sounds more like Jack Rose than anyone else working now — and that’s a very good thing.
The Welsh guitarist hammers at her instrument, unleashing a percussive rain of notes that fray and change as they linger. She plays fast and hard and with assurance, whether in the blue-grassy “Cattywomp” or the mystic drone of “Jack Parsons Blues.” And then, just for the beauty of it, she dips into languid lyricism for “Dreams of Rhiannon’s Birds,” letting the notes drip like warm honey, catching the light as they go.