After one too many adverse life experiences, Will Walton did what any sane person would do: write songs about crows that speak poetic truths about grief, loss, and learning to hope again. You’ve got to have a hobby, after all. Their music is meticulously calculated yet simultaneously chaotic, all while being brutally and sometimes incoherently honest. The end result is not something refined, but something fundamentally human, a confirmation that “yes, someone has felt this way before. I see you, you don’t have to do this alone.”