Part folk record, part pagan fever dream, The Wicker Man’s soundtrack is so steeped in sex, fertility, ritual and ancient melody that listening to it feels like stumbling upon something unearthed rather than recorded. Paul Giovanni’s songs create a world that feels simultaneously ancient and entirely invented—warm, earthy, erotic and communal, and perhaps all the more unsettling for sounding so beautiful . . .
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