Ever get so sad about something that the only way to cope with it is to get mad? Ever looked at a tree and wanted to cry? Ever hugged a tree while wearing corpse paint?
If the answer to these questions is yes, then I have an album for you.
Call it blackened folkgaze. Call it post-black treegaze. Call it the ever nebulous "Cascadian" black metal. Whatever you prefer.
Whatever you call it, this is a paean to the rapidly disappearing forests of the world.
"In short, if Agalloch, WITTR or even old Ulver ever moved you, you need this." - TERRORIZER
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