Sounding like it was recorded in a cathedral somewhere in the next galaxy, the album has moments of drama, with spoken word throughout. Operatic samplings layered beneath trip-hop beats creates music perfect for meditation, sleeping, or getting stoned.
Soothing to the soul, the songs remind me of raindrops spattering a dance on a tin roof. "Silent Night", "Berry Metal" and "Misty Song" entrance me. The vocals remind me of Maddy Prior from '70s folk-rock group, Steeleye Span, with pagan tinges of richness and melody.
Jazzy, smokey sensations and tribal yearnings resplendent in sirenesque pleas. This album is delicate and intoxicating.
This review was written for The Dwarf.
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