Halo Manash - Language of Red Goats
May 21 2008 at 09:00:36 AM
The method is minimal and results long lasting as Halo Manash delivers its most fundamental release to date.
One track, divided into three, the canvas black as founder and label head Antti Haapapuro once again assumes his Charonic mien, guiding and shaping through the varied tones which constellate to the rhythm of smoke at intervals fueled slowly through liquid space. One hour, two hours, the afternoon drowned in the arterial flow of reverb disturbed by lowing horns, royal gongs, bell chimes and swords scraping together, casting ripples across the leveling drone.
Not so much listened to (at least the first three times) as it is felt and absorbed, the
Language of Red envelopes completely. A blotter hit posing as a warm blanket, which gradually straps you down. It’s not background music; its all there is. Eyelids heavy, thoughts settling as grey sediment while the body becomes lost in circumference, discarded as driftwood floating past ghost galleons and burning stars. “A cartography written in blood.” No shit.
Make sure the cat is fed; you’re going away for a little while.
[Todd DePalma]
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