the vampires of London Below are not quite human. they remember, but they do not understand. they taste memories in the blood but can never tell if they are seeing the future or the past or things that never were. they cobble their own crumbling culture out of thousands of pasts and half-understood memories and the husks of their human selves. these are weird, desolate, decaying songs, full of odd forgotten instruments, strangeness and wondering.

feat. amon tobin; rose kemp; steeleye span; &ct

14 tracks