You might well think the combination of monastic chants, Deep South swamp blues and 1970's British Prog-Rock is as ill-fated as Esperanto - but nobody thought to mention that to Hrsta. Part of the same broad movement which spawned Silver Mt. Zion, Hrsta take themselves and their music very seriously, allowing minor key-progressions to encroach whilst broad post-rock structures duke it out in the foreground. Nowhere is their sound more apparent than on the opening missive '...and we climb', where Hrasta half sing, half-chant the "we climb to the light" chorus with all the zeal of a religious cult. Meanwhile guitars are sacrificed outfront to the god of rock by front-man Mike Moya before it all sinks into the swampy 'Folkways Orange', where belching thickets of prog paint the sky red.... The best release on Constellation in quite some time - a big recommendation.
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You might well think the combination of monastic chants, Deep South swamp blues and 1970's British Prog-Rock is as ill-fated as Esperanto - but nobody thought to mention that to Hrsta. Part of the same broad movement which spawned Silver Mt. Zion, Hrsta take themselves and their music very seriously, allowing minor key-progressions to encroach whilst broad post-rock structures duke it out in the foreground. Nowhere is their sound more apparent than on the opening missive '...and we climb', where Hrasta half sing, half-chant the "we climb to the light" chorus with all the zeal of a religious cult. Meanwhile guitars are sacrificed outfront to the god of rock by front-man Mike Moya before it all sinks into the swampy 'Folkways Orange', where belching thickets of prog paint the sky red.... The best release on Constellation in quite some time - a big recommendation.
You might well think the combination of monastic chants, Deep South swamp blues and 1970's British Prog-Rock is as ill-fated as Esperanto - but nobody thought to mention that to Hrsta. Part of the same broad movement which spawned Silver Mt. Zion, Hrsta take themselves and their music very seriously, allowing minor key-progressions to encroach whilst broad post-rock structures duke it out in the foreground. Nowhere is their sound more apparent than on the opening missive '...and we climb', where Hrasta half sing, half-chant the "we climb to the light" chorus with all the zeal of a religious cult. Meanwhile guitars are sacrificed outfront to the god of rock by front-man Mike Moya before it all sinks into the swampy 'Folkways Orange', where belching thickets of prog paint the sky red.... The best release on Constellation in quite some time - a big recommendation.
You might well think the combination of monastic chants, Deep South swamp blues and 1970's British Prog-Rock is as ill-fated as Esperanto - but nobody thought to mention that to Hrsta. Part of the same broad movement which spawned Silver Mt. Zion, Hrsta take themselves and their music very seriously, allowing minor key-progressions to encroach whilst broad post-rock structures duke it out in the foreground. Nowhere is their sound more apparent than on the opening missive '...and we climb', where Hrasta half sing, half-chant the "we climb to the light" chorus with all the zeal of a religious cult. Meanwhile guitars are sacrificed outfront to the god of rock by front-man Mike Moya before it all sinks into the swampy 'Folkways Orange', where belching thickets of prog paint the sky red.... The best release on Constellation in quite some time - a big recommendation.
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You might well think the combination of monastic chants, Deep South swamp blues and 1970's British Prog-Rock is as ill-fated as Esperanto - but nobody thought to mention that to Hrsta. Part of the same broad movement which spawned Silver Mt. Zion, Hrsta take themselves and their music very seriously, allowing minor key-progressions to encroach whilst broad post-rock structures duke it out in the foreground. Nowhere is their sound more apparent than on the opening missive '...and we climb', where Hrasta half sing, half-chant the "we climb to the light" chorus with all the zeal of a religious cult. Meanwhile guitars are sacrificed outfront to the god of rock by front-man Mike Moya before it all sinks into the swampy 'Folkways Orange', where belching thickets of prog paint the sky red.... The best release on Constellation in quite some time - a big recommendation.