Siberia, so cold; and so far away. Should I call this place home? Isobel, fare thee well. Falter on, my hopeless maiden, raise your voice in desperation. When she dies, we won't know. Siberia, coronate Isobel as your princess of icicles. Your cold has filled her heart, full. Isobel, fare thee well.
A work of cinematic reach and breadth, the latest from Nathan Moody employs strings & synths & heavy atmospheres to build worlds. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2021