Unlike the woman I met at a cold bus stop after a Wovenhand show sometime in 2014, I’m a quiet fan of this band. That lady was absolutely obsessive over David Eugene Edwards, down to telling me his life story and vowing to marry him. (I think he’s already married.)

But because the music is so good, I understand the enthusiasm of the fans.

Refractory Obdurate had always stuck me as a winter album, spare and muted but layered, so perhaps posting about it in March is inappropriate, but it has been dancing in and out of my head all weekend.

If you can see Wovenhand live, do. This is the kind of music that is only half alive until it is performed.