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THE REVIEW

Michael Snoxall from Melbourne, a magnificent creator of sonic landscapes, majestic frescoes of arcane melodies and mysterious noise rituals.

Dark memories of mysterious minimal melodies, dark folk echoes, funerary ambient embroidery for spectral piano, catacombal dark jazz cells, spirits of sounds from nowhere. They embrace with extreme naturalness a sweet drone noise flow generated by the manipulation of pre-recorded tapes with the intent to create a world of contrasts where dissonance coexists without traumas with the tranquility of the minimal melodies evoked.

Mount Eerie far from song-format temptations, totally out of control, lost in electric mists without inhibitory restraints. The sick melancholy that emerges from the lightless world in a sedate Third Eye Foundation lost in the dronical fluctuations born from the last immobile David Pierce. Do not imagine psychedelic flights, but only the placid flow of a river that slowly carves the earth without jolts. A slow navigation in a landscape that asks to be appreciated even in its impenetrable incommunicability.

Following the movements, the atmospheres become more reflective, mystical. The sonic drone mutations take a decisive course flowing towards the sweet sonata under a pale moon for piano, fog, and drops of velvety noise. The end of a long difficult journey, but believe me, it deserves all our attention.

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