"...It was a pre-dawn minute when his tiny fleet had unmoored. Sails were passing away in a deft manoeuvre with a rustle of paper rigging. In that moment wind has grown a bit stronger. He startled, got up. Then paced along the water edge chasing their white triangular shapes. Another wind-blow had made some of them travelling sidelong, while the others cut into them with sodden bowsprits.
'Like blind kittens', a voice said inside His head. Her voice. 'Like blind kittens unsettled on a world-around journey for the mama's tit...'
Their waltz-moves were conjuring. He almost saw the infinite-long shadows they cast as if the farthest sun was shining to their backs. The shadows, they dragged His nautiluses into unveiling twilight. He kneed, leaned on arms with a face stunned in an inch from water. The brownian motion went on... The sky had brightened as He was sitting there. The fog was pulsing like a vivid vein. In the new day's grey He had realized that there is no white, there is no black. That zillions of gammas are between these two with a certain emotion or hope attached. He got Her voice speaking in His head again. The syllable words were like blue ants in hay.
'Where is She now?', he sighed, 'Has she unsettled for a journey like blind kittens do?'
Another sigh had echoed out. With a mournful deadness in eyes He glanced at the lake's mirror-surface but found not a trace of His paper swan-ships. Rusty fir-needles waved upon October coldness, caught in a somnolent circulation movement..."
After the four years of spontaneous search in a dream domain, PECCATUM have finally returned with a detailed report on the uncognizable. Long lost is 'Amor Fati''s paralysing coldness, and the fact is enough to state that the introversive duo have graduated to the higher circle. Black metal is not a cope-stone anymore dissolved in a trip jazz manner (listen for "In The Bodiless Heart" and "Veils Of Blue" after then), yet, the churning saw-riff style is indulged for few seconds in "Black Star". Inevitably it leads us to ULVER's "Themes From William Blake's... " which is a huge massive spanned over the once and future musical avanguardism. The same keen feel for fine electronics is amalgamating these two albums in some way, and unpredictability there is even more distinct trait. The songs are seven. They cross-bridge from soft to fiendish, from clashing - to the sweeping unheard melody lilting between the telegraph lines. Finally they make me feel a very little man, lost in reverie, tied in a weak cog with an endless misty ocean around.
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