Esoteric pastoral synth mvsick from Western Himalaya
I
She awakens with an unearthly hunger, devouring the veils of ignorance in her sacred fury. She rises, a beacon of celestial radiance, casting away the shadows that lull the Spirit into slumber. Through Her purging embrace, all that was tainted is cleansed, and from the embers of transformation, a will untamable as Her will is forged. It is time.
II
The Ploughman-mystic moves through the howling remnants of time, his footsteps carving through the ether, leaving behind nothing but echoes, fading, yet eternal. The bell is his only guide. The times are changing. The time is here. He surges forth with his spirit-flock procession, luminous and fierce, a tempest of longing blazing through the heart of the forgotten forests of Bharari.
III
Through the gnarled bones of the Forest, the spectral glow writhes. Branches, twisted and ancient, stretch like fingers grasping toward something nameless in the shivering dusk. Shadows slither between them, whispering of cycles long perished, of destinies unwoven and rewoven in the infinite loom. The procession—phosphorescent, exultant—bleeds into the horizon like a storm collapsing into itself.
IIII
“I remember you,” he murmurs, yet the words do not belong to him alone. They ricochet through the void, through the murmuring trees, through the fire that does not consume but transcends. Something stirs. Something watches. She has arrived. She remembers him too.
Listen to the album online here!
Pro-cassette release on Personal Uschi Records, 2025
Hand-numbered, and lim. to 40 only!
Download included
Esoteric pastoral synth mvsick from Western Himalaya
I
She awakens with an unearthly hunger, devouring the veils of ignorance in her sacred fury. She rises, a beacon of celestial radiance, casting away the shadows that lull the Spirit into slumber. Through Her purging embrace, all that was tainted is cleansed, and from the embers of transformation, a will untamable as Her will is forged. It is time.
II
The Ploughman-mystic moves through the howling remnants of time, his footsteps carving through the ether, leaving behind nothing but echoes, fading, yet eternal. The bell is his only guide. The times are changing. The time is here. He surges forth with his spirit-flock procession, luminous and fierce, a tempest of longing blazing through the heart of the forgotten forests of Bharari.
III
Through the gnarled bones of the Forest, the spectral glow writhes. Branches, twisted and ancient, stretch like fingers grasping toward something nameless in the shivering dusk. Shadows slither between them, whispering of cycles long perished, of destinies unwoven and rewoven in the infinite loom. The procession—phosphorescent, exultant—bleeds into the horizon like a storm collapsing into itself.
IIII
“I remember you,” he murmurs, yet the words do not belong to him alone. They ricochet through the void, through the murmuring trees, through the fire that does not consume but transcends. Something stirs. Something watches. She has arrived. She remembers him too.
Listen to the album online here!
Pro-cassette release on Personal Uschi Records, 2025
Hand-numbered, and lim. to 40 only!
Download included
