cinnamondestroyer This would be the perfect soundtrack for sitting in a hospital room waiting to find out if the moonfaced kid on the cover (left) is ever going to speak again, (or even mumble), after being bitten by a Fer-de-lance in a "church" service to prove worthiness to the man upstairs. (His neighbor, Reverend Ferniss). God bless him. I hope he's ok.

Ilaranen Jaw-droppingly phenomenal. Reaches the most inner-sanctum parts of your mind, few records care to reach!

Dave Aftandilian Immersive and moving explorations of sound and silence, feedback and atmosphere. In Ayami’s incanted words we hear the voices of ghostly memories and hopes, of the shuddering timbres between moments that express the unutterable. The music ebbs and flows like a heartbeat, like life itself, growing into the surrounding spaces, decaying, then flourishing again with ecstatic abandon, telling the story of a particular place and moment and feeling that also resonates universally.