I hear voices among crippled branches.
Those who for ever remained under armada of faded clouds,
Wander, carrying blind stars.
I hear voices in poisoned water,
Blood of bowels streams between the abandoned,
Which wither, wither.
The deepest dream is colder, than a womb of the cliff.
Comets reflects in bottomless eye-sockets,
Wiping out the billions years from the Earth.
Rusty flames speak about destiny of the sun...
Nameless scars grow dull in peace,
Rusty flames hardly smoulder.
The marsh keeps its dead mystery.
As the name might suggest, this latest LP from experimental duo Isolated Community is full of a sense of haunting uneasiness. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 24, 2023
Hallucinatory electronic music from Kayla Painter, the three songs here feel like long journeys in subterranean tunnels. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 18, 2019