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The Desert Calls My Name sounds more solitary than collective, and is as I could imagine such a geographical feature beckoning one. As for awakening an entire, great nation, it must be serious, but then how big is a nation and I would imagine such virulence knows no boundaries as such. And, as I listen I can't help but think of Palestine and Israel and the modern day disease of war. However, in its more ancient setting, hysteria was more likely perhaps. Passage of Kings has a suitable solemnity to its sense of movement/escape/abandonment. The suggestion seems to be that the King becomes a scapegoat in being attributed with the blame of causing the disease, hence the 'thirst for vengeance'. Downstream is more open and engenders a sense of realisation that a boundary is manufactured politically and although geographical features (rivers, mountain ranges) do contribute to such delineation, the case is not the same biologically. Floating Bodies and Rotten Shorelines sort of proves the point, that no where appears to be safe from this apparently ubiquitous disease. Where is the point of escape, especially as the King's ship is more than likely going to further the spread of illness to anywhere it might disembark. Fever Dreaming is more active in its expression, feverish indeed. Dream or nightmare? Sounds quite menacing, as if even the royal entourage has been captured by the bug rather than the crowd that pursues it. A realisation of the end, at the end. Which leads us to the Graveyard at the Delta, an untimely end seeping its poison into the very ocean that lies beyond the final resting place. Leaving all At Serenity's Edge, where they lie down to die and fly freely into the aether, heaven bound. The ultimate, and perhaps only sense of escape from the epidemic.

hi WMRI, your frozen drone is pure

We followed each other down to the river's bank there was a desert, and all the people were silently grim, some whispering as we wandered, sadly, slowly, and the hot windless air oppressed our bones as we walked single file down to the boats, through the silent shushing of the reeds, where we floated along for a very long time, down an endless and mesmerizing river . . . the air was searingly dry and the river was putrid and we could not sooth our dry throats while our thirst for violence disappeared like the shadows in the noonday sun, nor could we staunch our misery, our fear and our hunger for life but we could see it all floating away on the tides of this deadly river. . . this death of a river lovingly washing over our aching bones and we drift . . . and we float . . .

The evilness of this music is enough to leech the marrow from my ear bones Aching drones like great drifting icebergs of beauty . The music acts like one giant backdrop against which the concept story is painted . Great desolate plains and the silent horrors that float down the river and through the ship crew's minds are revealed . The thin layer of sonority on Passage of Kings I imagine to represent the only bit of divine consciousness left in this barren , diseased wasteland . Is this what the plague would sound like !! The darker tones are dominant on this CD but there are just enough lighter tones to inject life into this music , making sure you yourself don't fall victim to this terrible event !!!!!! A dosage of music that infects your brain and slows down all thought processes . . .. mmmmmmmarvellous

me encanta tu música, creás hermosas atmósferas, con mucha soledad pero al mismo tiempo muy soñadoras hermosos sonidos relajantes un excelente trabajo