On The Time of the Foxgloves (No Quarter), his first album of new material in a hound’s age, legendary octogenarian folkie Michael Hurley soothes and delights us once again with his surreal intimacies and low-key crooning. Best heard in person, where some of these songs have been living for a while, Hurley waxes Robert Hunter-esque in road-tripping opener, “Are You Here for the Festival,” wondering, “Did you ever leave Woodstock, falling apart?” He gets frisky in “Love Is the Closest Thing,” a plea to his coy mistress, and serenades that whiskey preyin’ on his mind in “Beer, Ale and Wine.” Female voices, marimba, a pump organ and other subtle accoutrements keep it as dank as Hurley’s seaside Oregon homestead.