I know a few things, but I don't know much about Estonia. Here's everything I know: I know it's a Baltic state, a former Socialist republic. It's the homeland of Tommy Cash, a viral rapper who's made some really weird videos that I like a lot. The kids in the movie Encino Man tried to pass off their unfrozen-caveman buddy as an exchange student from Estonia. (See, Pauly Shore's character was named "Stoney," so it was a pun.) Up until last week, that was it. That was literally all I knew. But now I know that Estonia has also produced one of the best, wooziest, prettiest Americana records I've heard in a long time. This, to me, makes about as much sense as a band of unfrozen cavemen producing one of the best, wooziest, prettiest Americana records I've heard in a long time. But why should everything make sense? Why should anything make sense?