TAR056 Eight Bells - Landless
The clan Mac Lir had been told stories since the days of Mannanan, them from across the water would call them myths, perhaps faery tales. Aoife, she was called. Sent to atone for the absence of a mother, she made sure there was an absence of children. 'What a way of dealing with the problem at hand...', Fionnula smiled. Cygnus was home late again. She was sure she had seen the vessel crossing the bar. Now to make sure he didn't cross one.
She awoke in the middle of the night, not sure whether it was by choice. She held her breath, as if submersing herself in the nightly waves that crashed outside. If she could not feel the deep sea swell in her bones, she was not home. There was a cabbeling now, the sinking feeling that two stories were creating a third, a depth which should be avoided. Yet it were these stories that forged the clan.
Grabbing her grandfather's oar, she stepped outside, surrounded by swans.
"Wraithlike vocals and numbed melodies hanging over pinprick prog fretwork... The pulse of ethereal '70s rock – from Pink Floyd to Hawkwind's more celestial moments... Dual vocal lines emanate from some unseen place, sometimes braided together in a conjoined plea for connection... Heartbreakingly beautiful."
Edition of 100 cassettes
Housed in a die-cut cardstock case
released March 23, 2016
all rights reserved