Hollow Hand isn’t a name on the tip of everyone’s tongue, but those who come across him will his output will cherish him for his warmth and love of psychedelic folk.

I must admit that I don’t really know how I came across him, it was maybe like some coincidence or some happy on line accident. Because I first heard the song Chariot at the beginning of this year. I’m still non the wiser as to who Hollow Hand actually is despite having the odd twitter conversation, I’ve still yet to meet him.

Ancestral Land is Hollow Hands debut album, and it is something of gorgeous beauty. Songs packed with rich post autumnal haze, whilst being drenched in the psychedelic sunshine of classic Crosby Stills and Nash.

Yes there are comparisons that can be drawn to CSN, with nods towards Donovan, Gene Clarke and Jethro Tull thrown in, but it doesn’t feel like as if he is longing for the past, but maybe re-imagining it.

Ancestral Land kind of feels like the album Fleet Foxes forgot to make. The tone of the album has real analogue quality to it. Each listen is like peeling an onion, the deeper you listen to it the more you’ll find in it, from the twisting melodies to the 4 part vocals. Its rich in depth on every level. This could be one of the great lost albums of the year.