I'm blown away by this. Imagine Ye Olde English Folk music meets John Fahey meets Slint with some darkly surreal and acerbic Half Man Half Biscuit-esque lyrics. (sorry a lot of comparisons there and its more than the sum of all that)
"Outside the chip shop Thaddeus Wagstaff fractures my cheekbone;
3 empty cans of Castlemaine XXXX
Go rolling down my trouser leg
Blood, snot and curry coalesce in the corners of my nails
My friends drifting away from me"