Tracks are lengthy and a little samey on Night Of The Ankou, with drones stretching
on into the infinite distance, parallels that never meet, skeletal from beginning to
end. The effect of this is a mystical journey into a world of ghosts, a brief forty
minutes on the other side of the wardrobe.
Drones and elongated guitars permeate the silence of Return Of The Ankou, a silence
created by erroneous inhuman tambourine shakes and the indefinable click-clack of
primitive wooden instruments. Night Blossoms Written In Sanskrit is a little more
filled out, with subtle acoustics reverberating almost silently alongside electronic
murmurs, which rise and fall like a sleeping body, layered over one another into a
thick cushion of sound.
The emerging result is an eerie resonance of desertion, of something that once was
but has not been here for a long time. Melody and rhythm is spirited away into a
thicket of sparse drones and monotonous guitars, leaving behind the cinematic echo
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