Call it the "what it's all about" factor. See, I'm digging this free-folk stuff as pure sound, but the movement's unwritten manifesto is harder to grasp, and for me that's always an impediment to buying into a scene wholeheartedly. Perhaps that's why I literally don't buy it (the f-folk scraps I have were all acquired by, erm, other means, shall we say). Just as well, maybe: Mapping this genre properly would entail a financial bloodbath, given its norm of incontinent productivity. Just check the intimidating discographic delta—cassettes, lathe-cut 7-inch singles, 3-inch CDs, side projects, and collaborations galore (see woodenwand.sinkhole.net)—that's issued from a single group, New York–turned-Knoxville-based Wooden Wand and the Vanishing Voice, during their two years of existence. This season alone sees Wooden Wand's solo debut and two re-releases of small-run... More >>>