After hearing Frank Fairfield for the first time Robin Pecknold (of the Fleet Foxes), invited Fairfield to tour with them and gushed to Rolling Stone that Fairfield “sounds just like Mississippi John Hurt ... born out of time ... with an amazing voice.” Fairfield is like a living museum of music when it was pressed onto 78 RPM records if recorded at all. He dashes between hillbilly ballads from West Virginia to Delta death blues  to arcane field recordings.

“A young Californian who sings and plays as someone who’s crawled out of the Virginia Mountains carrying familiar songs that in his hands sound forgotten: broken lines, a dissonant drone, the fiddle or the banjo all percussion, every rising moment louder than the one before it.” — Greil Marcus