So, psycho-folk is now a genre. This is where the loser hipsters, escaping to the forest to connect with their inner instincts and make some killer CDs, happen upon a small group of rabid, indigenous people, feeding off the last group of white people to go astray. You can hear the hipsters stayed until they heard for the first time teeth digging into human cartelege. I think this is the only surviving aural document of that chance meeting. Towards the end I wonder if someone's beard wasn't used as a necklace to the manic drumming, scraping, and noise going on here. Truly disturbed. This is known as "getting into the part."