Forgotten dungeons deep beneath the keep overflow with the mire's foul waters. The rotten remains of a torture rack float alongside still shackled skeletons of long-dead prisoners. Here, in the darkness, she has made her lair. The Bog Hag. Self-proclaimed goddess of the mire. Her naked body slick and green as a frogs, her once black hair copper bleached by the bog.
She awakes.
Huge yellow eyes with goatish slitted pupils spring open, gleaming through the gloom. She senses the coming of another. Another who comes to challenge her. Another who will soon join those who sleep in the mire, and guard her solitude.
She kicks her powerful legs.
Up and up, like an arrow through the water, she rises along a spiral staircase flooded for centuries. The great and slippery goddess, almost too large for the keep's puny human proportions. She eels her way up and through and out.
I met Fogweaver through Vedurnan and, later, Magelight. This more energetic take on their music is wonderful and exciting, a compelling twist bearing their unique signature. emanuele127
If nostalgia for an age where creatures of myth walked together with the children of men had a soundtrack, this album would be it. Also, a touching reminder that we can forego wealth and power for wilderness and freedom, if we so choose. emanuele127
Post-rock musician and World Within Worlds label head Lachlan R. Dale returns with his debut full-length, a suite of ambient explorations. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2024