BRIGHT MOON, THE FACE IN THE NIGHT
DOZENS OF HANDS ARE POINTING TO THE SKY
MANTLE OF STARS IS COMING DOWN
DRAGGED BY WHISPERS, THE NIGHT COMES OVER US
WILD SPIRITS, THE STRENGTH OF NATURE
OLD RITUALS AROUND A MYSTICAL BONFIRE
SHUFFLING THE BONES MIXED WITH THE SOIL
THE EYES ARE GOING BLIND
HOWL, THE VOICE OF THE JACKAL, THE WINDS ARE RISING
A VISION IS COMMING NOW
WE ARE THE CLAN OF THE DEER.
BAREFOOT, WE TRACK OUR PREY
BEATS, THE HEARTS OF THE BRAVES, THE EAGLE STARING AT US
WE SHOUT OUR TUNE TO IT
THE RED BACKS ARE TANNED, ANOINTED WITH LIGHT
THE PEOPLE OF THE HORSE PLAINS
SMELL IT; THE HEADY PERFUME, THE MOSS ON THE FEET
OUR HOME, THE ANCESTORS WATCH OVER IT
CROWDED BY THE FIRE
NOW I'M DREAMING
IN A KIND OF TRANCE
OWLS EYES IN THE WILLOWS
THE SHAMAN AND THE LINK THAT STARTS
HERE I FEEL LIKE THE OLDEST TREE
A BURNING SAP FLOWS
AND I SPREAD MY ROOTS WHERE MY FOREFATHERS LIE
This L.A. group brings punishing riffs and stoner-rock melodies to their new EP for a hard-hitting, psyched-out trip. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 22, 2022
Combining jazz-infused prog, ‘70s heavy metal and stoner doom, thrash metal, and grunge, the Puerto Rican legion’s debut is nothing short of a behemoth. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 7, 2018