TheMoonHangs
A cryptic excursion into amassed sounds, both soothing and uncertain. The landscape of Greater Honeyguide is punctuated with creaks, scrapes and groans, almost lightly industrial. Voices emerge within as quickly as they vanish, dissolving amidst a murky blur. The whole atmosphere feels as if it's sunken and stirring low to the ground, coiled in hiding, a tension brewing beneath the surface.