"Have pity for the dead/Sleep has his house…"
Moving title track – centrepiece at 24 minutes – measures out a repetitive, tender drone; a liturgical contemplation on the consolation of death and sacrifice. Medievalist in manner of the 14th century Pearl poet, Tibet conjures a hallucinatory landscape: sparkling and symbolic.
Haunted, otherworldly, and more obviously personal than anything David Tibet created with the PTV-Nurse With Wound axis. Tibet’s harmonium roots half-sung, half-chanted poetry in entreaty for compassion.
Oddi wrth y brawd