"The Bone of My Bones"

by Octopi Mills

This fellow once played with the likes of Reverend Bizarre, Lord Vicar, and Orne. This time around he presents a folk like album. "I am Aries" is the first song, and evokes warm green streams and rivers in my mind, setting it at ease, though the words speak some doom and ire. "Red Rooster" has a similar feel, a calming effect, and some charming lyrics involving dreams and meandering thoughts. "Young Goodman Brown", the title of which should be familiar to those of a literary nature, does endeavor to evoke the same dark satanic nature of Hawthorne's own tale, but solemnly works it's way to a strumming traveling song of lost love and dark hollows of old times which belong to ages long lost or those that never were. The songs are accented by some female vocals here and there to good measurement, i must add.

"My Name Is Free" tells of a murderer, and whistles softly, and shows, as the other songs, the man's humble magic as a storyteller and songwriter of warm, little songs that have the effect one might get from a hot cup of Scullcap tea, and there is a nice part of keys that green the hills a bit. I could picture smoking from a long pipe and watching the waters flow to this music, reflecting both yellows and greens in the flow, captured sun and woods therein both lucidity and sorrow, as good folk songs often do. "The Lord Who Never Sleeps" picks similar strings and carries a like pace as before, making one feel as if he is in a barn manor tavern and enjoying a warm apple cider. "Archipelago" starts off with the strings twinkling like stars in a dark sky, and works its way to another good song that any stout hillman could appreciate, with its simple and bourgeois song work that is worthy of a bard song in its own merit. It is a tune to appeal to a countryman or shepherd traveling a long road through a countryside, or joined by a camp to sing by firelight. The final song is "Taxiarch" and it never strays too far from the album's overall lineage, making this something i would recommend for greenwood hikes or fishing music whilst catching "slimy arrogant young bass in waterholes of green youth", to quote an author you will never read.

 The music is good and carries an old feel to it which puts one into Ector's keeping, surely. I am glad to hear it, as it returns me to a time I may have never lived except in old worn tales, bard songs, and in the pages of books which we find the elder worlds to which we may never return. It would be ideal for walking dirt roads or eating strong loaves of cheeses whilst savoring deep wines. Highly recommended.