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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…”
“… music with an emotional intensity commensurate with the difficult and provocative themes…”
“… swirling between the piano melodies, synth glides and drum rhythms to paint an atmosphere of melancholic fluttering, like the fireflies in the night…”
“… sultry and intriguing ambient soundscapes where all sense of space and focus is lost…”
“… it’s just how I like it… a bit introspective, nostalgic and melancholy… as if all these memories were always mine…”
“… where gentle melodies meet their destruction in distortion and dismantling fate…”
“… fleeting moments in time, so intimate and splendid…”