review

Angry Ape

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 of loneliness.


Jennifer Allan
Friday 30 June 2006


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