Invoking the long dead spirits of, dare I speak it out loud… Birchville Cat Motel, 'Like Tambourines…' slips into the effortless wallop that characterised the prayers from that particular chapel. Deep, somnambulant, heaviness that wafts this way & that, plumbing teeming depths of illusive beauty and refracting ugliness, two-faced shamanism slash poker-faced minimalism, and droning rock'n'roll gone all to hell'n'back. Brace y'self for the event horizon… DOOF!
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from Featherston, New Zealand, and around the world during a unique period in history - a snapshot of that moment the world as we knew it ended, from 119 sonic perspectives Dave Edwards