An enrapturing sojourn through polluted skies.
“Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies
But stranger still is
Peering behind the veil of loss.
A cold yet bewitching adventure. Do not expect to come out of it unscathed.
From the blackest umbrages of despondent landscapes long forgotten.
A plunge into the inner self.
Dredging up opaque memories from our respective childhoods, God Body Disconnect’s latest work imbued in us a keen sense of introspectiveness and longing.
Depending on the time of day and/or the mood harboring your skull, each perceived track floats by like an amorphous mass, ceaselessly shape shifting before your eyes. It renders each listening experience a novel one. And this quality glimmers fervently, long after you depart from its substances and continue your day-to-day.
From his auditory experiments, a keen sense of candidness percolates. And amidst what sounds like unbridled chaos and static froth curdling on the surface, the baritone drones undulating underfoot lull you into a trance-like state.
Sulphur English is utterly sullen and crushing, yet simultaneously intoxicating, triumphant, and revitalizing. It latches onto an ancient strand of DNA residing in each of us. And it strives to ignite a smoldering flame to illuminate an ancient path we have strayed.
Featuring 45 artists across the genres of death, black, and sludge metal, noise, crust, ritual ambient, and neofolk.
With this stunning artisan masterwork of mesmerising atmospheric dark ambient music, German solo musician Thomas Langewehr beckons tantalisingly to each listener.