Drawings from the Outer Realm
& Peculiar Video Game Music Reviews
Deep in the Black Forest of Southwest Germany I seem to glimpse upon many slow moving spectres and visions. I can only give myself up and believe what I perceive. This trance-like state is hypnotic and overwhelmingly prominent, a beauty strides henceforth like such wildlife. Roaming within the thickly layered aura of this woodland, its breed of monumentally grand horses trample forwards, reducing bracken and bramble to a flat surface, where heavy beats are relentless. Owls and eagles are given the opportunity to swoop downwards mimicking the drawn out chords of far-gone intensity. A significant depletion leads me to a gothic structure. Hesitant to enter, I am enwrapped by the static tones Wolfgang Voigt emits. I am fully immersed in the sleepy, although wonderfully prolific haze residing in the utopia of my membrane.