This is prime atmospheric music, that seems to have to no start or end, it just is. Bringing to mind, very clear images of; dusk shrouded woodland, moss carpets stained with what could be blood, ivy investigating the decay of dead bodies, their tendrils worming their way into ragged flesh sockets. This is the feeling you get walking home late night, and you hear strange rustling in the hedge row, putting your nerves on edge. Or when you walking through the countryside as the daylight is fading, and just at the corner of the field you walk through. Where rusting barbwire and rotted fence post guard a private wood, something seems to be lulling in the shadows, you almost expected it to admit a damp sigh.

Time also seems to have a strange property, when you’re darkly sedated by the Creep's, black charms. Sometimes it seems  to almost judder   to a stand still, other times it's oozing slug like down the minutes. Each time you play it, it seems to change somehow, and new elements appeared. You feel somewhat lost with out a compass, as there no real structured elements, to locate  where you are in the piece. You just have to let it ripple over you, unsure when it started and when it will end.

Special mention must be made of the cover artwork which caught my eye in the first place, and intrigued me enough to investigate further. Fittingly enough it’s a eerier picture of vegetation lined passage, which seems to suggest the point of view of something look out of a underground, passage  or hole.

With out doubt one of the most eerie and hypnotic hour’s you’ll spend. Just let your self going, and let your body slowly drift down to the forest floor, with all it’s sour smell of decay and strange scurrying sounds. The creep is waiting for you. But be careful, because once you’ve tasted its tarry narcotic, you’ll  have it in on constant repeat.

To  find out more, wonder over to the project's grim portal here and hear to a sample of it’s murky presence go here .Both places you can also buy the cd direct .