If you’ve been in a Students of Decay/Aidan Baker/Locrian/Pink Priest mood of late — and many have — you could do worse than give Haunter a pinch of your time. The scorched landscape left by Ablesigh, 1984 leaves one with a sense of incoming doom, tempered by the reassuring beauty of the subtle melodies that swim on its ocean floor. It’s all over pretty quick, which always makes me wonder, if a tape is the method, why they didn’t go longer. But I suppose they have their reasons. The painting is done when you put the brush down, right? Drone on, Haunter, drone on…
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