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The beauty of this album transcends any attempt to describe it: a drone delicacy that pervades the simple intertwining notes sprung from Steve Von Till's guitar. Yes, indeed, one of the pillars of Neurosis, and in my opinion the most creative, has assumed the identity of Harvestman and poured all his obsessions into this project. The tracks draw on typical melodies of Northern European folk tradition, complete with bagpipes and distant female voices like silhouettes faded by the fog; the palpable sense of melancholy ferries us directly to a windy day on the Orkney Islands to listen to the psychedelic shadow of some minstrel on acid. Unthinkable soundscapes and an unusual fusion of musical styles... in this case, it is folk songs that are deconstructed through the typical instruments of drone and psychedelia, all realized within the four walls of Von Till's home.
Neurosis and its priests are the most mysterious and transversal musical identity of today, it is impossible to frame them within a genre, and their nature as experimenters is magnified in solo projects that first result in serious and songwriter-oriented albums like "As The Crow Flies" and then in the ambient noise delirium of Tribes Of Neurot: the sister creature of the original group. Steve Von Till exalts here the passion for the psychedelic use of the guitar, for the creation of other soundscapes that become true auditory drugs, generating estrangement and suspension in the listener; as if taken by some ancestral rite, we celebrate the spirits of those who wrote these songs centuries ago and who still resonate from the underground today.
To be listened to with the third eye, or better yet, the third ear wide open.
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