Satan Is My Brother
The Made Us Climb Up Here

THE REVIEW

"They Made Us Come Up Here" to witness the life of a forest of sounds that coexist in full creative freedom. A forest that allows glimpses of indecipherable figures that materialize in the eyes of those who want to listen." Equipped with delirious imagination, for brief moments I glimpsed a being running with a scythe in hand, happy as a lark with its utmost expressive freedom. I recognized forgotten places where centuries ago the first pagan rites of the sacred Psychedelic Underground tribe took place, and in the distance, sinister wails of the child Current 93 could be heard. The years pass and the enchanted forest has transformed into modern figures devoid of magic, but for many souls, the spirit continues. But I am a visionary dependent on anxiolytics and antidepressants, so don't pay any attention. I am a hopeless human case.

Five runes rest upon an underground flow of dark electronics. Five passages to a world wrapped in a magical darkness that lights up only if you let go of trivialities and conventions. A magical electronic humus where the enchanted forest is born, chanting a magnetic song where dark ambient embraces sepulchral jazz noir, alchemic psychedelia, natural drones, and distant voices. A confused sound trail that follows only those who love to venture into the mist amidst seemingly hostile signals, without certainties even if you have a map, and the final satisfaction is assured only if you are incurable visionaries.