d rothon

admit it, isn’t this just like ‘wow’, what can it be – some kind of mythical dream catcher, maybe a celestial visitation or perhaps the snoozing rustle of magic woodland folk awaking in the twilight haze, whatever the case, its beautifully mesmeric. This folks is heading out of the wonderful Clay Pipe sound shed shortly, just in time in fact, for seasonal adoring which seems apt, given its dappled in an Autumnal hazing. Anyhow by David Rothon from an incoming full length by the name ‘nightscapes’, this is the demurring ‘…and breathe’, an utterly beguiling and captivating affair, the gentle inhale of the strings and that sense of eerie enchantment all delicately coalescing to form a strangely tripping dream state that subtly hints of a visit to monsterism island flashback ….

 

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