If you release an album of songs recorded live around the campfire, you're going to have to get by on atmosphere and feel. For the most part, this one does.
Five repetitive, textured songs churn and flicker and outline the night. Nothing much happens, a cloud of acoustic guitars merges and evolves in increments, but it strangely works as an extension of The Men's atmospheric, repetitive post-punk side, as acoustic versions of songs you might find on the second side of one of their recent albums. The final track in particular captures a certain eternal, grasping hoping spirit.
If you want rock and roll, look to another of their albums. If you want nostalgia for a moonlit night you never lived, this is better than most 3.5/5
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