Imbibing the pared down, psychedelic-infused folk ditties from South Africa’s weirdo experimental duo.
Let the forest speak my name.
Down this old road, to Appalachia.
Fueled by folklore and guitar solos.
An outlandish cross-pollination of psychedelic synth quirks, verdant folk melodies, acid-churning sludge, and a sundry of timbres balmy, bitter, and beatific.
Idyllic nature-drenched folk.
Revisiting the ominous mysticism harbored within this relatively obscure progressive folk gem.
Steeped in mysticism, Farewell’s amorphous and verdant folk compositions beckon us into an early onset of autumn.