Strandline’s music is endearing, with its own weirdness, like the off-kilter shanty of “Cookworthy Knapp,” (an ode to a landmark, nothing to do with the sea), or the near nursery rhyme rhythms of “Gracey Briney.” These sit quite naturally next to the lovely heartbreak of “The Sun Still Rises,” where the trumpet gives its own elegy, and “What Changes,” which could be perfect for an alternative Morris side. There’s nothing traditional here, yet it manages to feel ancient, as if it’s been lovingly dug out of the land.