Labels: Ritual Productions
Review by: Captain Fidanza
The cover of this has a mysterious Mayan temple on it which seems to be accessible only by walking through an elephant’s graveyard.
The first of the two songs here contains a drone which continues on throughout this record for almost it’s entire running time. Someone somewhere is playing a harp and someone else somewhere else is mumbling curious incantations beneath a whisper.
The second of the two songs echoes the woooming of the first, continuing to document the death rattle of each of the elephants from the front cover. A single chord runs on and on and on and on and on and on and on whilst someone jabs at a guitar, runic cymbals crash, and a voice stumbles melodically in the distance.
If you have one of those animated screen savers on your computer of a remote island in which the waves gently lap to the shore and Birds of Paradise occasionally trouble the azure perfection of the sky, you’re probably not going to like this. If however, in place of that beautiful Hawaiian landscape, the bleak stillness of the black beaches from the end of Get Carter is being interrupted only by that machine endlessly conveying slag out to sea in the depths of a northern winter, this is something you’re going to cling to for the rest of your days.