whispering sons

At this point I’m guessing you are fancying a little darkly harrowing psychedelia or at least something which the more lazy among you might well refer to as goth. Let us then introduce you to the glooming joys of Whispering Sons’‘hollow’. With its end game choreography and despair descending doom draped detailing, hell’s teeth this takes me back, Fields of the Nephilim are easy called to mind in an instant, that splintering and snaking siren call riffing howled with doomed portent cut straight from an early 90’s Killing Joke sonic sky fired strickening which on repeat on listens coils and tightens with an apocalyptic ashen more in tune with the Shamen’s ‘Jesus love Amerika’ to gather much like storm clouds in cataclysmic conspiracy.

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