I outlive the day I outrun the night
hoping he is waiting to dress me all in white
and it feels light
wade out in the water now with you my love
there’s nothing like the feel of it and you
we outshine the sun, we outrise the moon
and if you’ll be here waiting, I’m coming to you soon
and it feels light
wade out in the water now with you my love
there’s nothing like the feel of it and you
lay back in the water black with you my love
crown my love with flowers, I crown my love with light
to lay back in the water dressed up all in white
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This isn't necessarily a genre I seek out, but something about the opening track just hooked me, and I find myself entranced by the chorus every time, even after listening.
That same haunting energy persists through the album, and I'm totally into it. Chaos Doverspike
supported by 709 fans who also own “On Dark Horses”
This album gurns and churns with the dense, atmospheric power of an angel wrestling the forces of hell.
Wolfe's voice is an ethereal swirl, but it can cut like a blade. Her guitar, meanwhile, is a reaper's scythe, and with it, she flails like a Balrog summoned deep and raging from the bowels of Middle Earth.
It's an album of dreams and nightmares, a sludge-gaze torrent of painful questions hurled into the void.
A brave, bold and empowering listen. Michael Mueller