More Froke Feakery
Like the rain in this wild country, the drone is relentless. Always there in our psyche, it always returns.
‘Death Chants’ are doing it for me at the moment. They are my 7.00 a.m. pick me up. Doing what the Velvet Underground should have been doing with the drone, but in a feral, forest-y, freaky way.
There is a Balinese/Tibetan/Scottish undercurrent that carries you of to strange & wonderful places that recall the ghosts of John Muir, Tom Weir & John Grierson.
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