I like that Mr. Carpenter is taking minimalism into spooky places. It sounds like he’s sitting in a cemetery, poorly strumming what chords he knows while gravelly serenading the skeletons around him.
Unfortunately, it’s not very good. Outside of the deeply (like, 6-feet-under) sepulchral feel, there’s absolutely nothing here to keep one’s interest. While it may be by design, both his voice and guitar are hopelessly out of tune. There’s a passion and intelligence here, morbid as it may be, but not much talent.
Bottom Line: This needs more than just howling at the moon.