This music successfully captures the sensory atmosphere that every work of Cosmic Horror endeavors to induce. Spiritual and philosophical awe encircles a doomful enlightenment.
The blanket of psychic pressure rises, like a swampy tide, as we're consumed into the fathomless mind of the cephalopod god.
ia, ia, fhtagn, dude. davidthekane
The overall feel here is hushed, almost reverential, and very dark. Listening, one almost hears the echoes of rituals that were once performed for these ancient deities in caves thick with incense, or atop lofty mountain ledges razored by freezing winds, upon altars dripping with fluids best left unnamed. Dave Aftandilian