There's a lushness to this album all its own. Cold is a beautifully distant and bleak masterpiece; Burning Circle..., its sibling, aches inwardly with melancholy, but not quite the same degree. It's always felt to me like a more cathartic work, with hopeful sentiment in Mike's simple refrains like "I still care." Cold has me drifting through ice at a glacially-paced walking meditation, while Burning Circle... is a calm, deep dreaming in a forest. I love both. I love Lycia.
