Rare Field Ceiling feels like part of a continuum, particularly with the last two albums, a logical next stage of the journey, and it’s one of the best, most emotionally rewarding journeys that I know of.
Μηλινόη invites you to stare her depression right in its ugly face. It’s a mask. And behind it, another one. Driven towards death, will we embrace the emptiness, and so never live again?
Ἀρέθουσα has been Elysian Dreaming again. Setting out into the deep night, passing through the landscapes of the mind, finding solace.