There is something in the air that leads every terminally-internetted RateYourMusic-ite to believe that somewhere somehow they could make an album that even touches the sides of anything Mara lays her expert hand too. This is an evil release, coupling that time you were given pills and shown Data Rebel’s Escape Velocity in an Uber by the British driver on the way to a festival in the midst of the Great Dissociation Years, and spending sleepless nights stoned in an empty house hauling ass through analog recordings of Jarai gong music/Ratanakiri funeral bells compilation while you set tea towels on fire in the name of your (he)Art. Winding through Current 93 and Traditional Music of Amygdala, ‘August and June’ bleeds in a way untopped since Judee Sill’s ‘Heart Food’, and delivers a treatise on grief which flies directly in the face of the seven stages lie, articulating the great sleep of loss and the bitter pang of hope that there will ever be a better day.