Random Gods in a world full of choice, the choice to believe in them, or even meet them remains your choice, even if it's 'no'. Stunning track. Stigma Radiance pores from my aura in tune with this laconic but effective style of music, it's cold but so beautifully dreamy. A pillow of endless sleep and I like the cold. The anthropomorphistic voice a testimony to subjectivism. As I said, I like the cold.
But, what would the world be like if we all liked the same thing, probably little more than more easily marketable, but that's my innate pessimism shining through. Clavis Nigra. Like the soundtrack to the end of all worlds, in all their parallelisms. Simultaneously, as well as suitably disturbing. Reverberations of realism, with an ecumenical sensation to end on. Omnipotence.
October Winds are soon forgotten by December, but they are the first of the cold draughts that can twist us into painful reminders of what we once were. The last dregs of warmth from a waning sun, all that is left of a summer all too brief. Profoundly moving album. Suits me!-)