Tribal, natural, slow and haunting are four words to describe Owls of the Swamp’s new album Atlas.
Voices varyingly soft, instruments muted and a sound running aimlessly across wind chimes, as if played by the hand of a ghost. Atlas is hypnotising and intriguing.
A slow, determined beat halfway through the album conjures images of glowing orange flames dancing against a dusky sunset reflected on the faces and guitars playing in constant rhythm.
Listening to this album is like joining the campfire and singing songs that aren’t part of our history. (SP)
BY SARAH PRITCHARD