Hide your sorrow and cover your eyes. Maninkari continues to dwell in medieval alchemy, delivering yet another organic instrumental voyage. Bodies are turned inside out and brave souls are free to roam the plagued battlefields. A ritual psychedelic cleansing that plays like a chapter of a forgotten esoteric book, obscure yet spiced with cinematic romance and blood drama. Stretched strings, metal clatter, bells and chains form an eerie trance inducing carpet that inspires and drags the listener down in a radiant sea of darkness.
In short terms the best thing to rise from the French ashes since what seems like forever. Hypnotic minimalism for folks that dig holes listening to Pelt, Vibracathedral Orchestra, Henry Flynt, The Necks and Nurse With Wound.
