True to their word, our roaming bard has indeed passed from familiarity into lands unknown. A more adventurous tone is struck, where drums and woodwind instruments add a sense of purpose and urgency. My favourite so far.
An emotional, highly memorable journey. When I heard the first track, I knew I had to buy this record. Some songs give me a sense of nostalgia in that they remind me of TES: Oblivion's soundtrack, while others feel more Scandinavian, full up with beating drums and looming choirs.
Favorite track: Solitude.
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"I & II" Double Cassette
Cassette + Digital Album
Featuring DIM's debut and sophmore albums. A 5-panel fold out reversible dual sided J-card which contains the story of DIM in full. A very limited number of cassetes are available here on my bandcamp page, which will include the cassette, a pin, and a handwritten note.
A mournful wail shadowed his fevered dreams and he awoke to find the fire was almost out. It was just before dawn, the coldest and darkest hour of the night when those who sleep unsheltered crave the light and warmth of morning above all else. With a bit of coaxing his fire rallied and the icy night retreated. He missed his warm bed and the valley inns he knew so well. How could he ever enjoy their comfort again? How could he forget the horror of that fetid cave where he languished in pitch and stupor under her vengeful, screeching howls? How could he forget, for even a moment, the creeping death that filled his mouth and lungs? A killing shudder ran through him.
But just then, the first hue of morning broke above the far horizon and his heart lifted. He remembered his adventures among the barrowfolk who welcomed him as one of their own and sheltered him when the snows came. He remembered the sacred solitude of the deep forest where green cathedrals of light overwhelmed his senses and gratitude overflowed from deep within him. Dawn now flooded the eastern sky and morning broke over the land. His camp, atop a sacred hillock crowned by a ruined henge now came alive with the birds of morning flitting among the stones.
He would return to the valley inns he loved so, but not this day and not for many days hence, for his mission now gleamed across those shimmering straights to the east. For there, in the hallowed halls of that high place he would learn the songs of great men and their exploits whose legends live in the lilting strains of his roadworn instruments.