Celestial
is one dude, name unknown (to me, anyway) from Minnesota. This is his ode
to the woods. Back in the 70’s, bands would write albums that were odes to
the woods as well, but those had lotsa flutes and tambourines and there
was a lot of dancing involved. Ok, so there's a flute here, but you cannot
dance to this at all. Even if you were dead and hooked up to electric
wires, your lifeless body would refuse to twitch in time to this. It’s
funeral doom, by definition, mixed with ambient field recordings of birds
and babbling brooks and shit, with a few exotic instruments tossed in
(including flutes!) to further alienate anybody human. 45 minutes worth of
the stuff. Just imagine the chase scenes in Evil Dead slowed down to a
painful crawl, and toss in a flute, and you’ve got Celestial. It’s pretty
good, if you’re into digging graves in the woods at midnight. And who says
you aren’t? _______________________________________________________
Celestial
is one dude, name unknown (to me, anyway) from Minnesota. This is his ode
to the woods. Back in the 70’s, bands would write albums that were odes to
the woods as well, but those had lotsa flutes and tambourines and there
was a lot of dancing involved. Ok, so there's a flute here, but you cannot
dance to this at all. Even if you were dead and hooked up to electric
wires, your lifeless body would refuse to twitch in time to this. It’s
funeral doom, by definition, mixed with ambient field recordings of birds
and babbling brooks and shit, with a few exotic instruments tossed in
(including flutes!) to further alienate anybody human. 45 minutes worth of
the stuff. Just imagine the chase scenes in Evil Dead slowed down to a
painful crawl, and toss in a flute, and you’ve got Celestial. It’s pretty
good, if you’re into digging graves in the woods at midnight. And who says
you aren’t?