Ascending from the Meridional root
The Chilles emerge from the trails
Where the lava burns with the ice
Permeating the earth from its end
Frozen lie their secrets
In minerals its magic sprouts
The spirit of the earth burns on altars
Where the winds come from beyond the world
Woe to those who profane our minerals!
Woe to those who steals our waters!
The revenge of the primitive spirit is greater than the existence of its northern civilizations
No soul escapes the wrath that erupts from the burning of our lands.
The Belgian band explore heavy psych, tribal rhythms, free-jazz freakouts, meditative drone and the vast, shadowy spaces in between. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 22, 2020