Everything's dark now: the ash in the sky, and the ash on the floor, and the rain pouring down. Where its mud, its sucking like quicksand. Where its dry I can hardly stand.
We're falling down the hole we drilled in the head of the mountain.
Falling to the center of the earth, where we will not survive.
Falling where we buried our hearts, where the light turns around and retreats.
Down here its black.
I try to climb out.
The rocks keep slipping in my hands.
They bite at my feet.
There are skulls in the quicksand.
A work of cinematic reach and breadth, the latest from Nathan Moody employs strings & synths & heavy atmospheres to build worlds. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2021