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The Lunar Fell
“… the way the snowflakes fall on the reflective surface of a freezing lake at night…”
“… the way the snowflakes fall on the reflective surface of a freezing lake at night…”
“… it is about the feeling of making sense to someone when everything else doesn’t make sense…”
“… shimmering and swaying in the breeze of our memories, triggering moments of recall which may have been false…”
“… on stirring works of shimmering post-rock ambiance that swell with hope and melancholic nostalgia…”
“… dreams of an imaginary escape […] quietly yearning for nature which has since receded in urban defeat…”
“… fragments of suppressed memories, flashbacks to the childhood fevers, and the inescapable realization of the void…”
“… a mesmerizing soundtrack for a long walk in the woods…”
“… music with an emotional intensity commensurate with the difficult and provocative themes…”
“… an elusive mood of afterlife software, ghosts in the machine, and labyrinthine beat experiments for lives yet unlived…”
“… swirling between the piano melodies, synth glides and drum rhythms to paint an atmosphere of melancholic fluttering, like the fireflies in the night…”