Blood Between Her Lakes - Burial Hex [2008]

Not unlike a troop of ardent wiccans let loose in a disused scaffolding warehouse....


or as of whom M'Lud Yatesbury would have it in this month's patented enthusiastic  Address Druidion...


"work of high ritual first conjures up its own sonic pantheon, nurtures then enslaves them, then conducts them as they writhe. Stupendous. Brothers‘n’sisters, they’ll be including this fucker in the future future mysteries when the earth has returned to Goddess worship. Imagine that Wendy ‘Walter’ Carlos had composed some lost electronic soundtrack to THE WHICKER MAN [sic]. Massed vocals, analogue pulses, mucho percussion and mucho grumbling, so all of it mainly acoustically driven stuff. Indeed, should you shoehorn a baby grand into some Mediterranean rockcut tomb and perform this material therein, it’s a synch the natural echoes of those places would replicate these recordings...pulls off a low budget Carl Orff for the Igjugurjuk Generation, or I ain’t no Inuit Shaman! Mercy me"


Oddi wrth y brawd