Following on from the creepy concept album Styne Vallis, enigmatic post-rockers Reigns move to the Monotreme label with this similarly spooky album focused on certain phenomena associated with a hard-to-find causeway jutting out into the English Channel. While even the most cursory of scans through this collection of twisted, pseudo-gothic songwriting and sepia-tinged instrumentals will reap its own rewards, the full effect of the Reigns experience requires some mythmaking and hyperbole from the duo themselves: "It is said that the fog that so vigorously clings to the causeway has an inexplicable irregularity: that when it reaches a certain density, purportedly when light can no longer penetrate it, it emits a high pitched ringing similar to the onset of tinnitus. Apparently, it is this ringing that generates in the listener a temporary but profound befuddlement of the senses that has caused many an excursionist to wade, disorientated, into the sea. Unfortunately, despite an abundance of fog, the Operatives heard nothing but the slow lapping of the glutinous, clotting water. Furthermore, due to the fog's impenetrability and their vehicle's inability to negotiate the cobbles, the Operatives tarried too long and were roughly ushered by the tide to the causeway's furthest point. Stranded upon a raised and wooded tumulus they found themselves face to face with a most unexpected sight: a house; a house that had most assuredly not been visible from land. The house was unlocked and uninhabited, but in no way abandoned for its chambers were in a state of high expectancy, as if visitors had been, for a prolonged and industrious period, eagerly awaited. The Operatives, for want of anything better to do, entered the house and, for reasons that still seem to elude them, moved from room to room, taking photographs and recording the strange resonations that seemed to emanate from the walls. They left the house almost two days later in a state of high distress and with the recordings you now have before you. It was only as they made their way back to the mainland and the house was out of sight that they were at last aware of an insistent high pitched ringing..."
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Following on from the creepy concept album Styne Vallis, enigmatic post-rockers Reigns move to the Monotreme label with this similarly spooky album focused on certain phenomena associated with a hard-to-find causeway jutting out into the English Channel. While even the most cursory of scans through this collection of twisted, pseudo-gothic songwriting and sepia-tinged instrumentals will reap its own rewards, the full effect of the Reigns experience requires some mythmaking and hyperbole from the duo themselves: "It is said that the fog that so vigorously clings to the causeway has an inexplicable irregularity: that when it reaches a certain density, purportedly when light can no longer penetrate it, it emits a high pitched ringing similar to the onset of tinnitus. Apparently, it is this ringing that generates in the listener a temporary but profound befuddlement of the senses that has caused many an excursionist to wade, disorientated, into the sea. Unfortunately, despite an abundance of fog, the Operatives heard nothing but the slow lapping of the glutinous, clotting water. Furthermore, due to the fog's impenetrability and their vehicle's inability to negotiate the cobbles, the Operatives tarried too long and were roughly ushered by the tide to the causeway's furthest point. Stranded upon a raised and wooded tumulus they found themselves face to face with a most unexpected sight: a house; a house that had most assuredly not been visible from land. The house was unlocked and uninhabited, but in no way abandoned for its chambers were in a state of high expectancy, as if visitors had been, for a prolonged and industrious period, eagerly awaited. The Operatives, for want of anything better to do, entered the house and, for reasons that still seem to elude them, moved from room to room, taking photographs and recording the strange resonations that seemed to emanate from the walls. They left the house almost two days later in a state of high distress and with the recordings you now have before you. It was only as they made their way back to the mainland and the house was out of sight that they were at last aware of an insistent high pitched ringing..."
Following on from the creepy concept album Styne Vallis, enigmatic post-rockers Reigns move to the Monotreme label with this similarly spooky album focused on certain phenomena associated with a hard-to-find causeway jutting out into the English Channel. While even the most cursory of scans through this collection of twisted, pseudo-gothic songwriting and sepia-tinged instrumentals will reap its own rewards, the full effect of the Reigns experience requires some mythmaking and hyperbole from the duo themselves: "It is said that the fog that so vigorously clings to the causeway has an inexplicable irregularity: that when it reaches a certain density, purportedly when light can no longer penetrate it, it emits a high pitched ringing similar to the onset of tinnitus. Apparently, it is this ringing that generates in the listener a temporary but profound befuddlement of the senses that has caused many an excursionist to wade, disorientated, into the sea. Unfortunately, despite an abundance of fog, the Operatives heard nothing but the slow lapping of the glutinous, clotting water. Furthermore, due to the fog's impenetrability and their vehicle's inability to negotiate the cobbles, the Operatives tarried too long and were roughly ushered by the tide to the causeway's furthest point. Stranded upon a raised and wooded tumulus they found themselves face to face with a most unexpected sight: a house; a house that had most assuredly not been visible from land. The house was unlocked and uninhabited, but in no way abandoned for its chambers were in a state of high expectancy, as if visitors had been, for a prolonged and industrious period, eagerly awaited. The Operatives, for want of anything better to do, entered the house and, for reasons that still seem to elude them, moved from room to room, taking photographs and recording the strange resonations that seemed to emanate from the walls. They left the house almost two days later in a state of high distress and with the recordings you now have before you. It was only as they made their way back to the mainland and the house was out of sight that they were at last aware of an insistent high pitched ringing..."