the hare and the moon with god’s little eskimo

Emerging from the spectral mists of time ingrained in religious mythology and uttered in the lost tongues versed in the old ways, weird folk alchemists the hare and the moon on this occasion aided and abetted by God’s little eskimo cast pebbles into the pools of the past for a darkly beautiful retelling of the 17th C ballad ‘the wife of Usher’s Well’ – a sombre tale of a mother revisited by her three dead sons on St Martin’s day. Haunting and ethereal this archaic visitation chills and chimes with a macabre beauty to impart an eerily mysterious enchantment what first is daubed in a stilled bleak fog bound choral minimalism soon splinters and unfurls with the arrival of shivering noir spectres into a jubilant celestial recital only to fade and then finally to lay to peaceful rest.

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