Where one might experience something of the eerie, we hear a thing of spectral beauty, this be Syrenomelia who I believe hail from Belgium, this being ‘weight of a beautiful mind’ – a wonderful slice of stilled noir elegance ghosted in a shadow traced neo classicist frosting, bruised and secretive its sublimely framed in a porcelain atmospheric that sits with prowling intent between the Neighbourhood and No  Ceremony.

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