Very busy at the moment, but I wanted to express my joy at waking up this morning to see this awesome review of my latest album in my old hometown newspaper. (Full disclosure: I was the Music Editor of said rag, but I don’t think this is nepotism.)
The review of Eldritch Musicks was written by one Jarrett Berman — a fine scribe whom I’ve not yet had the pleasure of meeting. I’ll have to buy him a beer when I finally make it back up north for a visit. Hard to believe it’s been three years.
Here’s my favorite bit:
Long ago, Musicks and its cosmic sigils would surely have seduced occultists in legion. Today, such borrowed mythos should set fans swooning. Did Casey Rae-Hunter invent “haunt-rock”? Probably not. But Eldritch Musicks proves he’s a practiced alchemist, by reanimating a genre that has listed too long.
Pretty cool. I’m also pleased that the record has been selling well in Northern Europe. Mostly ’cause I’ve always had a huge crush on Scandinavia. I’m getting low on physical copies, so if you want one with the awesome artwork and “digital extras” package, step lively, ‘cuz at 10 bucks, this baby is priced to move!
OK, back to work…