Imagine a room full of scattered cassettes, weather-worn classical guitars, and salvaged thrift-store bongos, with the sound of whistling as sweet as a skylark. You’re in the land of Prairie Ensemble—where melodies are first committed to an old 8-track tape recorder, then lovingly embellished by layer upon layer of intricate counterpoint and harmony. These are the type of tunes that might spring to mind while idly doing the dishes, with arrangements starting out innocuous and cute before sweetly soaring to great heights as the music unfolds.