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Keeper Of The Dawn

by Ancient River

Shhhh. Quiet. Did you hear that? A single pulse ray of sound breaks through the haze into a fuzzy current flowing through the void of the dreaming as drops of consciousness dance a steady spark against the warm ochre of a 70's desert travelogue hallucination. Awareness collides with infinity ripchords, and the Keeper Of The Dawn arrives. This is the time.
Carved out of the swampy reverb of Gainesville, FL and sharpened in the cold stark mist of a London winter, upon your ears and eyes the sounds of Ancient River, as given form by the binary combo of J. Barreto and Alex Cordova, ascend.

In the time before the dawn, when you're in the gulf between waking life and the dreaming, the sounds of the ancients are there--the soundtrack to savage worlds and fantastic planets, valleys obscurred by the end of the beginning. Journey into the light of darkness and pink labyrinths where giallo goblins pull at the cosmic membrane in a psych shock dance. As a thunderstorm of chords strike across a haze of incantations and fuzzy explanations, rays of major sevenths hit the skin in universal appeal. Repeat across infinity, waves of fuzz weaving through cerebral hemispheres with a frantic tranquility, a present of mysteries and hazy explorations.
At the end of the dawn, the pulse flows into temples of primeval reverb and dissolve into daybreak, a new rising through the mirrors of desolation. The Keeper is pleased.