Packaged in a book bound gatefold sleeve. Pigs, in there? Yes, but if you count them, they will become sheep, which is appropriate as Pepe's music is like drifting into a dream. His hushed vocals sigh just beneath the melody, as if he were in camera with woodland deities. The music moves with patient strides, sometimes swelling to sudden crescendos, accompanied by electronic scrapes and coughs. A slightly damaged, spare, chamber folk-psych, whose distant cousins can be found in the darkly tender moments infused in early Psychic TV/Current 93/Coil, or in the atmospheric postures of Antony & the Johnsons. "Between Sheep & Pigs," like actual sheep & pigs, is a real grower.