RIYL = Max Richter, Greg Haines, A Broken Consort
You get the sense that, when listening to Owl Splinters, the end really is nigh. The ominousness of it all -- Deaf Center burrowing forever into a minor key. What I can only imagine as being orchestrated in an ice-cold meat locker, the pieces presented on Owl Splinters inhabit the thick-aired space of time just before the death-scythe slides into your chest. It's that piqued tension brooding in advance of imminent destruction. Softly plinking pianos, like keys of ice, and madly swelling chamber strings -- and a heavy subwoofing anchor -- that's the course of this album. Deaf Center have again, as appears to be their talent, created a beautiful, beautiful, black, sleet-rained horror.
Deaf Center - Owl Splinters by _type
1 comment:
ominously beautiful for sure. hold the death scythe.
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