The album slipstreams and drifts between: pale and uneasy drone fields,beautiful yet brooding pastoral string pomp,  sinister and un-nevering children samples and nursery rhyme uneasy, down to slowed and murky like Coil like dark electroinca unfolds and modified vocal dwells. On to Pink Floyd The Wall period like English
suicidal-ness, to stark and emotional piano pitter-patter. The album working as one long shifting and altering soundtrack to eternal decline, and the madness and psychotic quirkiness and folds that lie with-in us all. Simply put from the albums outset to it’s last notes the pair completely & utterly enchant the listener making one feel like a rabbit trapped in the headlights or at the more beautiful and poignant moments swooned and soothed; but these moments are soon replaced by fear, uncertainly and raising dread.

Black Hill: Midnight at the Blighted star is a gripping, swirling and muilt layered masterpiece of uneasy, madness with the odd moments of great grace and beauty. To find out more & hear sound samples go to here.