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RED FOG - Buried on Vanth

Format: CD
Label & Cat.Number: Reverse Alignment RA-17
Release Year: 2015
Note: drone discovery from Canada, spreading anorganic, spooky drones on 4 long pieces (54+ min.), chemical winds & alien whispers seem to populate the air, metallic water bubbles emanate overtunes, covering an eerie silence..... the debut CD album for RED FOG after some digital releases, recommended to any lover of bleak & surrealistic drones, calm & alien at the same time..
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"Since it's first release Milk of Amnesia in 2010, canadian Red Fog has entered the stage as a high quality drone act combining experimental and minimalistic elements with swarming soundscapes, always taking good care of the details to make listening a pleasureable experience. Red Fog has already released eight opuses but Buried on Vanth is the first release that actually takes physical form and it's a bit of a mystery to us why Red Fog hasn't been released as CD or vinyl yet. Previous releases has solely been devoted to the digital format but maybe it's intentional, 'cause who's actually behind Red Fog?. The artwork is clean from traces...still...Buried on Vanth is a splendid work of art." [label info]

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First we’ve heard from this Canadian drone outfit, but it’s definitely got aQ written all over it. Four long tracks, all of which play out like scores to some obscure seventies horror movies, or weirdo European giallos. Cinematic and atmospheric, hushed and haunting, infused with a palpable sense of dread, but suffused with subtle loveliness. Slow shifting textures, long layered tones, creaks and rattles, undulating metallic shimmers, deep echo drenched pulsations, deep, dense dronemusic, that drifts hypnotically from tense, claustrophobic soundtrackery, to barely there, subsonic thrum, to glitchy, fields of electronic static, all seemingly melted down into a viscous black flow, that oozes and bleeds glacially, more tranquil than turbulent, but shot through with enough sinister sonic energy to position it alongside similarly grim dronelords and purveyors of the blackest strains of death industrial.(Aquarius Rec)