Cloaks - A Crystal Skull in Peru [Atheists Are Gods - 2007]Imagine if Popol Vuh at their most dreamy and mellow were mixed with modern soothing and tinkling quiet noise. Then you get something close to the wonder that is the Cloaks first widely available disk A Crystal Skull in Peru. Taking of first's this is also the first none Starving weirdos disk to be released on the Weirdos own label Atheists Are Gods. Presented in a stuck on colour artwork on white digpak, lasting near on 50 mins and split into two tracks. I�ll have to admit I was somewhat surprised when I first put this on, because it seems so pure and sweet like summer days rain that cools you off, or the smell of honey and milk. It has none of the Starving weirdos darker and tripped out hues. This is just plain and simply audio gold unweaving it�s self into your ears. Firstly we have the title track, which revolves around unfolding warm ripples of soothing piano and harmonium, joined along the way by other rich and gorgeous sound matter. Really in it�s just over half-hour playing time it feels like you�ve stepped into some shining and crystal clear paradise. Where unicorns run and magic forests lead down to tranquil babbling brooks, the air heady with exquisite perfumes, the forests trees laden with mouth watering fruits. Lastly we have Grass Pillow which starts with a haze of guitar and piano wonder, maybe less bright in it�s wonder than the first track-maybe a little more sleepy, like the feeling you got when you were a child- after a busy and fun filled day & all you wanted to do is snugly into comforting sleep. Soon the guitar drops out leavening repeated bare piano patterns, but soon the depth of sound is built up, creating this all surrounding blanket of melodic sound flow. A wonderfully pleasing and hypnotic debut which shows the Weirdoes have exquisite taste to match thier masterful sound craft. Really there's no reason why you shouldn�t pick this up. Head on over to the Weirdo's HQ to find out how and snap up a taste of paradise before there all gone. Roger Batty
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