Review: Moon Mother – Meadowlands
“I don’t need therapy if I listen to this angel sing.” Said someone, probably.
“I don’t need therapy if I listen to this angel sing.” Said someone, probably.
We’re heading for the northern shores of Poland to keep HÉR company.
A portrait of Winter in blue, black, and grey.
Soak in the morning sun—today is a new day.
Meet me at the precipice of stone.
Folklore, Mantles, Marrows, and Serpents, oh my!
True Cascadian black metal, brought to you from the depths of Utah.
Oh, chute! Not the falling stars again!
Modern-day folk for the average bear.
A gentle reminder of the things we are grateful for. Like missed album reviews!