“To date, Haley Fohr has mostly used her otherworldly vocal acrobatics for good. Over the course of the near decade she's spent recording labyrinthine folk experiments as Circuit des Yeux, the Chicago-based songwriter has used brilliant swells of mood and gloom to attempt to scratch at the ineffable, the religious. (Her live album with avant guitarist Bill Orcutt was even recorded in an ornate Broo”
