'When Moon is approaching the Earth so closely that tidal waves are going over established boundaries, comes the moment of delicate balance, ready to turn into invisible confrontation of the elementals. Water and land are beginning a dialogue, and every living thing feels it. In the epoch when climate begins to change, there is something unclear in the air, something anxious. Like half-erased dream, like shadow play in the twilight forest – you can feel something obscure just for a moment, but it can change the whole environment in a jiffy. Trying to keep an eye on knotty fingers of branches you can see signs they draw on a grey lead of heavens. It is unlikely that they are trying to say something to you personally, don't be so self-assured – world lives in its own temp, almost unfamiliar for a human. Though, only at the level of the surface layers. When you look deeply into yourself you'll see that swirling darkness of deep woods lies in the depths of soul, not somewhere beyond the cities and roads.
Overhearing whispering trees, thoughtful seekers of the answers are walking along the path carved by giant tree roots, which can only be found with a blindfold. Legs themselves step there, where life and death are woven in an embraces, body left to the flows of energies. To gain something new, you need to sacrifice the old. It's unknown what sacrifices were done by members of Halo Manash, but their flair and vision are different from prevalent. Specific proficiency gives these adepts of wood archaism an opportunity to look through the shape of objects, unveiling profound content in the simple forms. More and more moving away from the electronics, on this album they perform acoustic conjuration ceremony of lunar strength, and using the auspicious position of stars, they scoop sea of sound full of mercurial sheen, that doesn't hurry to spill around. Only reaching the certain density, emanations of this music are beginning to react with listener's soul.
Dense, low-frequency minimalistic sound of singing bowls from they latest albums was replaced by harmonious acoustic drone, which lines up primitive note sequence that imitates drops of liquid metal with its hypnotic repetition. One by one, they are dissolving everything superficial with which listeners enters the space of this music and on the second track you can feel deep, but fluid dynamics of trance condition set and supported by monotonous percussion. Psychedelic-viscous overtones of drone stream ties the body like a magic slumber, releasing consciousness into embraces of the coolness (Tulelle). Active absorption of moonlight silver leads listener to the edges of waters and lands, winds and fires, revealing nude essence of human soul. Throwing off one shell after another, it prepares for a meeting with the unknown that stood at headboard as bitter aftertaste after each sleep. Going into the thicket of yourselves on the moonlight ray, remember - there will be no turning back.'