
Join the ferryman on a journey to The Principality Of Dustland and experience an enigmatic ambient landscape of fog laden atmospheres and forgotten sounds. Serene organ drones, melancholic keys and ethereal bells hang in the haze like distant memories. Tranquil melodic phrases drift in and out blurring the edges of meditation and melancholia. Far-flung drones carry in the air like murmurs from a steam-driven age. However this is not the sound of the past. Nor the present. Nor the future. Time, like everything else here is shrouded in the fog.