The video for the Cave Singers’ “Dancing on our Graves” debuted at Pitchfork today. It’s pretty freakish.

The band filmed it in L.A. with a genuine serpent handler, faith healer, and Catholic priest; Pete Quirk gets saved, Marty Lund gets baptized, and Derek Fudesco dances around with a bunch of poisonous snakes. Also seen: a one-handed guitarist, a one-eyed drummer, and a woman speaking in tongues. Of all the songs on Invitation Songs, “Dancing on Our Graves” is the most foot-stompingly raucous, and the video amplifies the music’s possessed frenzy. You think river baptisms and faith healing only go down in the South, but the spiritual sessions depicted in the video looks pretty legit.

Back in September, I spent an afternoon with the band at Goldmyer Hot Springs—a full-blown Eden a couple hours from Seattle. The story is in this week’s issue. An excerpt:

We finish our beers and return to the springs. I settle into one of the pools below the cave, lying back on the rocks to gaze up through the receding lattice of branches and pine needles and mist and sky. Up above, a spider’s web is beaded with drops of rain. Rain falls into my eyes. Time passes. From inside the cave rolls a deep, resonant moan—the Cave Singers are singing in the cave. Not songs—just sounds, harmonies reverberating with eerie, earthy acoustics provided by low-hanging stone walls.

The Cave Singers return home and open for Black Mountain this Saturday at the Croc.