Grab your space suits and prepare your cryo-dried coffee.
Steeped in mysticism, Farewell’s amorphous and verdant folk compositions beckon us into an early onset of autumn.
Elegiac are Emily Highfield’s compositions as she effortlessly floats from warm guitar passages to forlorn bogs of blackened malice. Amidst her transitional wafts, she often caresses listeners with witch-like whispers. And in flashes of ember-tinged light, she glides upward, transcending her auditory structures into feverishly blissful twinkles of awe.