Review: Fires in the Distance – Circadian Promise
Distance is relative. This one is scorching.
Distance is relative. This one is scorching.
Alien viral transmission, far out.
I only gamble with my obscure prog bands, never my money.
Hey, I’m still licensed to practice in New York and California.
A spooky hauntological exploration. And it’s not even Halloween yet!
Don’t miss these guys live.
The raven refused to sing for Steven Wilson, yet they’ll give Toby Driver *anything*? Sounds like a double standard to me.
“Was I Rushing or was I Yesing?”
“Er, Rushing?”
“SO YOU DO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE”
This goes out to my Subway haters who think I don’t care about melody anymore.
An unlikely but outstanding combination of Opethian grunge and blackened mindfuckery that’s honest, soulful, and relentlessly engaging.