The Black Lillies' music is earthy and gritty and melancholy in a way old mountain music was a century ago, speaking of pain and love and revenge and revelry with such spirit, such genuine celebration and sorrow, that it seems to be carved out of the planks of a backwoods cabin abandoned during the Great Depression more than a thing recorded in a living room studio by one man. It's a rustic sound without name and place, unbeholden to geographic region or easy classification. It's crafted with precision and care by musicians who are masters of their trade, who hold fast to the notion that good music music with heart and purpose and purity of spirit is still a valued commodity.