Part MBV, part Wild Nothing, part Suicide. This is an awesome release full of lush textures, rumbling bass, and static guitar. Hushed vocals tell a mythic tale of memories, ghosts, and reflections. Great stuff.

A remarkable collection of Tor's utterly inspired ambient. Tor has been an artist that I've listened to more than any other over the last few years, which really speaks to the depth and beauty of his work. His music allows me to access that part of myself that is something truly liminal, something familial and supernatural that lives always beside me. It is a constant and beautiful reminder of how intimate it can be to be alone with the alone itself.

Night-side of mind; exposed, gathered, left unbounded - outside of usual borders. Unusual spaces that are spaceless, undressed and naked via their stillness, whole nothingness, neither needy or hungry for this and that. There is a satiation here; all forms of starvation unrequited - longing, reaching, open hands for the pleroma. What does the face of a mirror look like? Or, a still ocean? I may be made of ice today, steam tomorrow, but I shall return to you like breathing; again and again.

An absolutely astounding collection of melancholia. Comfort, resonance, and understanding is to be found in these tracks. A sublime sequence of melodies and meditations.

Standing in half light
the land beneath my feet
the stars above me
what decays and changes below
what is eternal above
yet each is a mirror
silence reflected
refracted into soft faces
grass, moonlight, and foxes
and her, still standing beyond me
hand on my shoulder
telling me not to feel alone
my deafness echoes
into a tempest of thoughts
dissatisfied, confused
longing to open my hands
reaching into the darkness
where no reaching is required
still she whispers
"all you have to do... is let go."

I glimpsed it; the stillness - that which doesn't change. I am found not as a me, myself, or a "mine" - but in the pauses of notes, the cessation of things, within that which doesn't move, change, or decay.

The past may be a memory, the future may not even exist beyond fevered imaginings, and this is music to soak up what is present and numinous; a signpost to that which is whole. An orientation.

My life is drawn in lines that "miss the mark" - but here, in this music, something... is found.

Meesha has a lovely, numinous magic. Her melodies come alive in the shadows of the psyche recalling past memories through soft black drapes that hang both beauty and a sense of genuine longing and melancholy upon the shadowy forms of life. Her voice is an aperture through which stillness can be found; where muffled forms become lucid, where one is discovered, seen between the notes. This is music to feel understood by; such a rare gift.

Tor's music accompanies me through life like no other. No matter what my frame of mind, these numinous melodies bring me back to a place central in my being; a place filled with liminal mysteries, magical nostalgia, foxes, and magpies. A place where the animated entities that make up my total psychic core sit on the edges of misty fields, or perched amongst autumn leaves.

Tor's music and artwork feel familiar to me in a way seldom found in this world of foreign ideas and haunted heads.