Absolutely brutal, love it :)

Not so much song, more rather spell. It gently pulses between two worlds and summons you through the cracks in our reality to a world that moves at a different frequency. Honeyed & lullabied tones ease the transition, but an element of disquiet hovers on the periphery. Irrespective it's a world I happy to be

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It's difficult to put a finger on how this works, because it works on so many levels. It pulses, like the countryside's quiet heartbeat, steady, supportive. There are ethereal vocals, surely the serenades of the fae folk, hidden in plain sight from all but those that want to see and hear. And then, the drums roll in but like thunder many miles away, not close enough to overwhelm or frighten, but strangely reassuring. The synths add depths, airs & graces and I find myself in a timeless place.

This album is plain and simple a ritual, a beautiful and moody invocation of those ancient gods that so many of us have forsaken. It will take you by the hand and lead you off the beaten path, deeper into the woods than you might feel comfortable with. Hold on tight though, as it may leave you there. So immersive is the experience it may take you a while to find your way out, should you even wish too. A soundtrack for the connections I yearn, the wisdoms I crave. In other words, bloody great.

Set your controls for the heart of the next closest sun that you can find. This is the soundtrack for transfiguration, divination and disintegration. You will absolutely lose yourself in this psychedelic eddy of drones, swoops, and other-worldly glister. Aurora Borealis is highly redolent of the closing credits for the classic TV show UFO, full of foreboding and a bubbling under the surface menace

Stumbling around, lost in the forest that is Bandcamp I tripped over, with a dreadful crash. After nursing my skinned knees and ego I looked around to see what might have caused such injury. There, slightly hidden amongst the dead raiments of summer, protruded a shiny box. Although I could not at that time open it my phone sprang to life and from it issued forth sounds so perfect for my georgic, chimerical wanderings that I'm sure that the old gods themselves must have dispatched them to me.