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Thunder, guitar strums and shapeless drifts hover through the opening title track, though not as amorphous as brief The Dream, a billowing tonal swelter which seems to hold unknown power. Far too frightening to be considered New Age,
The Gathering churns with ominous intensity (not to mention cawing crows and spooky half-hear choruses amid a rumbling din).
More orchestral, but nonetheless apprehensive, Distant Train, Distant Thunder spreads itself in appeallingly dark layers of radiance and gloom; and that thunder seems pretty nearby. Some ethno-fluting and primitive percussive effects gives
The Path Between a more-indigenous feeling, though the track is still steeped in a sense of foreboding.
Broodingly mystical, lovely Cenote drifts through a soft surreality of gong-born haze. Lighter moods (though still in somber shades) prevail as
The Light in the Trees expands into a spacious realm of tone drones. Tastefully applied chants add vocal textures to the swaths of sound which flow through
From the Cradle.
Sedate symphonics briefly stream on silky strings into
Surrender (1:32). Sometimes underscored by the fluid bumping of waterdrums, the wafting glare of Eastern-flavored
Bajan (7:09) is soon overpowered by warbly Oriental femme-vocals.
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