Eating Birds finds that balance between uneasiness and sanctuary. As the bells chime, you are tranced to ease, but when they slow, an empty ocean of despair and unknown sets in - Reverbing at your inner membrane, awaiting what is to come. You shutter with Lynchian fear, and what you hear, and you will find out if you let yourself, is at the heart of the Black Dragon.
I've written about Black Dragon (Adam Hudson Spittler) before and my amazement with his tape-scapades of near madness and soul searching trips, His first album, Terrible Tide, is no exception. I keep trying to have Black Dragon be my first cd release under this "label" I want to create. Maybe one day...and yes it's that good.
Below is "Eating Birds"...
.: Eating Birds