The Reverend Glasseye is a musical travel agent. His songs are made for the wandering soul. Grinding organs and trumpet crescendos set the scene of a David Lynch carnival. A languid bongo provides the tempo for a caravan rattling down the devil’s own secret trails in outback Appalachia. Weaving together rich textures of brass blasts and lonesome banjo strumming with sorrowful allusions to desperation and heartbreak, the Boston showman and his theatrical crew pluck listeners out of their ordinary lives and drop them in the middle of an uncanny world.