Hi there is something out there, new fresh and nicely processed... Call it sound Noise Scapes or Trancelantic Spheres.... I damn Like it for it's lack of drums, you have to get this shit.... Peace n Love STB

Albert est notre shamane à tous et son breuvage est hallucinogène ... Après quelques incantations et cette douce boisson au gout salé, je me décorpore et laisse mon esprit vagabonder à l'écoute de cette jungle aquatique des moins hostile ... Mais le temps, en surface, passe trop vite, même si les aiguilles, à ATLANTIS, se déplacent à la vitesse de la lumière ... ÉTEINTE. Respect A.n.K.h // Eryk-C

I could not agree more with the great (and well deserved) reviews previously posted.So, what could I possibly add...except that you talent its greatly appreciated by me and your generosity in sharing it with others for free its another reason for admire you. Keep doing what you are doing so well, luv'ya!

Now this is a brilliant album, dark but not depressing. Superb soundlayers, very dense and then again extremely light and leaving open spots to discover the sheer beauty of these tracks. Here experience, craftmanship and emotion are combined and reflect the dark sides men can encounter. And overcome. Xmas never will be the same again. Harvest is a dark oasis. The Mothman Hill is an emotional ending. These are really songs. This monk can sing. A class release. Only pity its an ep and not an album, but i'll wait....Thank you

Dès le début et rien qu'en regardant la pochette, on entre dans le monde de Murnau avec son Faust. L'escalier lui même semble être tiré du film. C'est une étonnante réussite, dosé avec subtilité et art. Calme et profond, c'est une exceptionnelle composition avec un minimum de moyens! Comme les battements sourds d'un sous-marin fantôme. Que de références ... dans un monde presque silencieux.

Dès ce premier EP ils mettent la barre haute. L'influence de Lustmord est prégnante et ce n'est pas pour me déplaire!

A darkness, without the requisite deepness and a depth with the necessary shade. The tonality surpasses your conscious senses and goes in, there's no doubt about that. I'm still on mine. Pilgrimage that is. Nice developments add a sense of humanity to the apparently barren environment. Warmth in movement, cold to touch. Presence really pushes you off your seat and makes you sit on the floor, with reverence. Day Before Christmas (we are nearly there again) crackles wonderfully in my head, beyond my aural channels. Sounds like the Ooogie Booogie Man to me, planning his revenge on Jack Skellington. The Harvest feels profound from the outset, what we sow we reap and so on. Therefore, a potentially extremely serious sense. It behaved as I expected, which I always take as a good sign. It makes me feel I'm tuning in. It then soars higher than the clouds and takes you with it, truly transporting. Then back down to earth with whispers of nameless creatures. Finally, Mothman Hill. Sounds like a bomb has gone off and this is the slow motion aftermath of the blast, as you stand there alone on Mothman Hill. The grass around you begins to crackle and burn to a cinder and your particles become separated molecules and dying cells dissolving into the hot blast. However, you find yourself suspended, anaesthetised from the end of your existence by sheer disbelief you remain indelibly stained in that portion of space and time which was once your sense of being. Great track!