Constellation Records does not fail. In a delightfully folk-noir turn for the best, they have projected into my consciousness the enchanted tones of Elfin Saddle. You can’t fake this kind of inventiveness. As emotionally complex as it is academically ponderous, Devestates takes you by the hand and drags you down a sonic path of briars and thorns and out into a flowering meadow. Imbued with dissonance and layers upon layers of vocal and instrumental harmony, the record unwinds like a sweater of yarn, leaving the listener naked and inebriated.