Remember that Western movie with Sharon Stone as the gunslinger riding into the dusty desert town to blow things apart with lead and vengeance? Can you imagine if her part was split in two and played by Sierra Cassady of CocoRosie and Matteah Baim, billowing in on a cloud of patchouli and tobacco smoke? And can you imagine if they rode in at the head of a band of effete desperadoes: Devendra Banhart, Jana Hunter, Anthony and others all worried about the damage the sand and stinging winds were doing to their hair, cursing over broken nails and wearing acoustic guitars in shoulder-holsters? Would it make you happy if that imaginary movie had a strangely insubstantial soundtrack of fragile ballads, odd soft-metal moments and ambient interludes? This is the record for you.