It shows my age that I first owned this on vinyl, when it was new. It sounded beautiful, brilliant and other-worldly. The mix of traditional American folk and blues guitar, avant-garde experiment and a touch of religion, and the slow lazy rhythms, was a heady brew. I lost the album on the way, and hadn't heard it for over 30 years: unlike most things, it is just as fresh and good the second time around. Fahey was an original, clearly an impossible man, and not everything of his works. But this is one to discover if you want to hear what his (very sophisticated) American primitivism was all about. It is also a historic document of a moment and place in twentieth-century musical culture.