It’s the sound of a tilted landscape, of trepidatious steps down a dark hallway lined with doors hiding secrets. It’s unseen eyes watching from above, circling slowly closer and closer. It’s the buzzing in my head at 4am, riding the last dregs of caffeine, the sound intermingling with the bitterness of the coffee and the apprehension in my stomach.
It’s all of these things, and it’s none of these things. It’s Marrow Hymns, the new album from Insect Ark, and yet still I maintain it’s the sound of my own personal unease, and somewhere in the reconciliation of the two lies the review I can never write, as words would dull and diminish the mystery better experienced first hand. Continue reading